Space: The extent of everything. Our moon, our solar system, the Milky way and beyond, countless galaxies, exoplanets, unknown life. Both dark and luminous. Unknown, perhaps unknowable.

The Space Race: A defining idea for an entire generation. A three-year old astronaut taking daily trips to the moon in 1961, aided by a space helmet, a home built control panel with working lights and meters. A sixty-eight year old, still longing climb into a spaceship and see our beautiful earth floating in the darkness, its true self – a single sphere of abundant life, not a collection of nations divided by arbitrary geopolitical boundaries.

Space: represented by three dimensions. Call them x,y, and z, or r, Θ, and Φ, or sam, peter and mary. Names don’t matter. Any set of three will do, beyond that we’re talking hyperspace. We move forward in time in those three dimensions and can’t imagine anything else.

The universe has a better imagination.

Give me space to grieve the loss of my sister. Give me space to fear the future for my husband as he progresses through cancer treatments. Do not fill those spaces with idle chatter or well-intentioned platitudes. Just sit with me and share space.

Is there space for me at your table? In your life?

How much space do we need to live? Not much, although most of us don’t know that.

Press Fcn-SpaceBar to turn off the absurd multicolor flashing of my laptop keyboard. Give my mind space to think, undistracted by garish neon colors.

My bookshelves are overflowing. There is no space for more words. Much like my brain.

Space out the plants in a garden- give those roots and leaves room to grow, absorb nutrients, and light. A lack of space leads to lack of growth and even death.

Space out, space cadet. (It runs in the family.)

Don’tforgettoputspacesbetweenwordstohelpthepoorbeleaguredreaderandbackspacetocorrectthetypos.

The universe is mostly empty space. Everything we can see or touch is mostly empty space. Atoms comprise tiny particles swimming in fields of energy. Even we are mostly empty space.

Screaming into the void is screaming into the nothing that is everything.

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