I like dreaming of the universe. I'm no cosmologist -- I haven't the arithmetic competency. But, in a way, this ignorance makes the universe that much more amazing; it makes the vast expanse completely unintelligible and virtually mind-numbing -- as opposed to almost unintelligible and, still, mind-numbing.
Lately, I've been brooding over the boundaries of the cosmos. Everything resides within something else, and all reside within the universe. But if this is the case, then shouldn't the universe, as well, reside within something? The idea of nihility is incomprehensible for humans: How can nothing exist? But equally as unfathomable is the idea of infinity, something existing forever. No beginning and no end. Both ideas are impossible in our universe; therefore, we have a paradox: Either our universe abides in an incessant chain of universes, or it inhabits a vast sea of nothing.
So what appear to be the only two possible conclusions are impossible to conceive due to time. Infinity or nothingness: Never ending and never beginning, or never existing, period. Now that's crazy.
One day -- far off into the future -- we'll be able to traverse at tremendous speed that hovering, murky, mystical above. And, with fervent determination, we'll set our course for the universal horizon. What will we learn? What will we find? Aliens? Spirits? Nothing? A rough wall of skin from the coarse hand of God? Who knows? All I know is something impossible made the possible, made us. I believe that thing to be God; others know it to be the universe. Whatever the belief -- God, nature, Xenu and his galactic empire -- the impossible truly is beautiful.
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