Talking to a friend today she said that people keep trying to build houses inside her, I said I'm still trying to build a house in myself. It was such a lovely analogy, and I know the behaviour she alluded to - the desire to make investments in someone else, the desire to inhabit the edifice of someone else's soul.
A house you build is built by you. A house you build is designed according to your desires, it's a colonial building, an extraterrestrial architecture. How can you design a structure for terrain that you've never seen? (and you have not seen the inner side of someone else's life). The resulting building is the result of your own projections and won't sit well in its surroundings... might sink into marshy ground, might look ugly, might be in a desolate area despite being inside someone else.
The problem with allowing someone else to build a house in you is that you don't know what they'll construct. Even when you don't give them permission people unintentionally set up little shanty towns, dig moats and build windowless rooms inside you. Sometimes on the inside it looks like any large city: slums and mansions populate different areas but all are included.
It's best to make your own home inside you because after all a house inside someone else isn't a permanent residence. Once everything is to your own wishes, ziggurats and domes, then welcome people in. If your house has enough space then there is no need for other people to build other houses inside you. If you like someone enough, build extensions.
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