We are space bound. We consider this reality through philosophy.
Now as I type this I am sitting at my desk, in my house, along the Ping river in Chiang Mai, Thailand. I am at once both a dot on the map of the universe, and the center of it.
We live on a physical plane. On the one hand, it is simply something we are a part of. We are not a subject, but an object in it. It’s not our world, it’s not even our body. Here, we are renters.
On the other hand, it is something we move within, with us as the permanent center of it, at least in so far as how we experience space as a subject. Here, we are owners.
We are physically here, or there; and we are physically in a state of war, or peace; heaven, or hell. We are physically moving forward, or backwards, or nowhere.
We exist in space, and most of these questions are questions of philosophy.