In the
measureless space the earth and all things have their existence.
Space
becomes inexhaustible.
There must
be the space for beauty and compassion.
Everything
must have space, the living and the dead.
When there
is no space, there is no death.
Sound
needs space.
The sound
of a word needs space;
The word
makes its own space, rightly pronounced.
The sound
of a word not only makes space; it needs to be heard.
Things can
only survive, when they have space;
Without
space all things wither.
Things
create space they need.
The
continuous existence of time, movement
And the
interval between two movements of thought is space.
All things
need space.
Where
there is no space, outwardly and inwardly,
Every form
of mischief and degeneration is inevitable.
The goals
don’t give you space, for theirs is yours.
This vast,
measureless space lies outside the measure of thought.
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