Space Keeps Calling names the things that quietly become chains: “Work like wheel… space keep calling / Love like lock… space keep calling / Want like fire… space keep calling.” The Buddhist point is not that work or love are mistakes. The problem is upādāna—clinging, the move by which an activity, relationship, desire, memory, or role becomes something that must define and secure “me.” The call in the song is the possibility of releasing that grip without needing to destroy the world that produced it.
The Buddha’s raft simile is useful here. A raft is built to cross dangerous water; once the crossing is made, carrying the raft on one’s back because it was precious would miss its purpose. The same applies to identities and practices. They can function. They do not have to become possessions. “Step through void… body fade” can therefore be read not as a wish for annihilation, but as the fading of identification with form.
The later chant says, “mi one, mi all.” Early Buddhism would be careful here: freedom from a separate self is not replacement by a universal Self. From an arahant’s point of view, there is simply no need to establish any owner—small or cosmic. “We are gate… we are flow… we are open” works best as poetry for non-clinging: conditions continue, relationships continue, but no fixed identity has to be built out of them.