Beyond those clouds
I stared up into space
Being stubborn, I kept staring.
Being space, the sky above kept giving way.
This, then is the boundary of all existence that surrounds us in every dimension.
Space is the infinite, upwards and outwards.
I suppose time is also infinite,
behind and ahead of us
Our ignorance is infinite, questions outpacing facts.
Experience itself seems bound by this infinity, the unknown which lies beyond what we can know, outwards and inwards.
Otherwise things would quickly become quite boring, no?
But how does one deal with this unknown, these innumerable unknowns,