I was reading Art and Lies (2013) by Jeanette Winterson and came across this sentence (bolded):
Look up. A hundred billion stars in our galaxy, the Milky Way. Unconcerned with me, that confidence of stars, light offerings, two thousand years old. If they are anything to me they are jewels for my shroud. I cannot know them. Icannot even know myself. Pascal's terror is mine: ‘Le silence éternel de ces espaces infinis m’ effraie.’ What can balance the inequity of that huge space, which nevre ends, and my bounded life? Perhaps this: The beatland of my body is not my kingdom’s scope. I have within, spaces as vast, if I could claim them.
I couldn't find the meaning of the word beatland anywhere. What does the word mean?