A certain philosopher asserts that “a space is something that has been made room for, something that is cleared and free, namely within a boundary,” and I’ll leave out his Greek derivation. “A boundary is not that at which something stops, but, as the Greeks recognized, the boundary is that from which something” begins its presencing. End of citation. Is the glass half full or half empty? When we gaze into a prison, do we see a place where freedom stops or a place at which confinement with all its horrors begins its presencing?