Each work has its own space, which should neither be conceived as a sort of cage nor regarded as extending to infinity.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Space is almost infinite. As a matter of fact, we think it is infinite.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
The poetic notion of infinity is far greater than that which is sponsored by any creed.
Now, what space ultimately is - I should confess, I think most physicists believe - we don't yet know.
The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.
Space has always been the spiritual dimension of architecture. It is not the physical statement of the structure so much as what it contains that moves us.
The infinite in mathematics is alway unruly unless it is properly treated.
The limitless content of our universe might be only one instance of a large (and possibly infinite) number of other universes.
But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.
Think of something finite molded into the infinite, and you think of man.