In the great cathedrals and lovely mosques, the chants and the intoning of their sacred books, it is the sound that opens the heart to tears and beauty. Without space, there is no beauty; without space, you have only walls and measurement; without space, there is no depth; without space, there is poverty, inner and outer. You have so little space in your mind; it is so crammed full of words and remembrances, knowledge, experiences and problems. There is hardly any space left, only the endless chatter of thought. And so your museums are filled, and every shelf with books. Then you fill the places of entertainment, religious or otherwise. Or you build a wall around yourself, a narrow space of mischief and pain. Without space, inner and outer, you become violent and ugly.

From The Beauty of Life – Krishnamurti’s Journal

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