Space and spatiality had been a thorn in philosophy's side from time immemorial. Spatiality, immediately associated with corporeality, finitude, even death, properly speaking constituted problems for philosophy; enigmas posed to philosophy to disrupt its cool complacency. The root of the difficulty, it seems, rests on nothing more than a prejudice: the rightful domain of philosophy is time, understood as pure continuous duration, the image of eternity; the compartmentalised units of space are (always in the plural) the province of cartographers and geographers, but certainly not the philosopher, lost in his transcendent contemplation. What follows then is a preliminary study, or better an etude deploying variations on a single theme: how can we liberate space from the Cartesian grid under which it has been imprisoned for so long, so as to open up its free expanse? What might it be to think of space as a form of duration, without breaks, without borders, without boundaries? And in the last instance, is this pure void not another name for the very being of consciousness itself?