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The intermediate space is a place of passage, a spectrum full of nuances, stretched between two absolute but unreachable poles, not quite here and not quite there yet. If we think about it carefully, we are never really there, but always somewhere in between, on the way between what we have been and what we are yet to become. The present moment seeps through our fingers, carried away by the fears of the past and the expectations of the future. We stretch out in all directions – in search of meaning, home, expression – but something is pulling us back to the same place. The roots from which we …