Space is not a void, but a presence. It’s where light journeys for billions of years, where gravity sculpts invisible architecture, and where time becomes elastic.

In contemplation, we mirror this space. When we fall still, our minds expand. Thoughts stretch out, like starlight through the dark. We become observers of our own inner cosmos.

Stillness isn’t escape—it’s clarity. Space isn’t empty—it’s potential. And we, caught between, are the witnesses to both.