There is a way of seeking that ends in conflict and a way that ends in room. The mind that keeps digging for its source, refusing to fight over the shallow places, at last uncovers a supply that no one contests. Peace is not won by defending a well against others; it opens the moment the mind stops struggling.
The roominess was always there; the striving hid it. When a mind releases its grip and drinks from the deeper Source, it finds there was enough for everyone, and fruitfulness follows where fear once demanded a fight. What made room was simply the willingness to seek without attack.
Well: the source of living supply the mind digs toward, the depth beneath the surface where true provision waits
Rehoboth: the wide and uncontested space the mind enters when it stops fighting, the roominess peace makes
Land: the field of experience that turns fruitful once the mind draws from its true Source instead of quarreling over the shallows