On the edge of the universe

Of course there is no such thing but because of that we may imagine for a moment an asymptotic sort of place. Here space is very different. The vacuum is thicker than imaginable as it crushes up against the limit of creation. The dimensions collapse into each other. As you float in this place, you lose your own dimensionality. Yet you live through this crushing geometry, which stretches you into the thinnest line and flattens you into invisibility. Your presence is so novel, so unique, to this perimeter, that your very act of perceiving the boundary changes the limits, pushing them yet further away, beyond your mind's ability to reach out and grasp that which is just beyond the other side. Turning away from that inconceivable point of no return, you search in vane for some trace of astronomical light which might mark a road back to galaxies and normal space, if you could but live for all of the infinites it would take to get there. Still only blackness, thick as fur, greets your senses, and were you a bat, you would see nothing here, and were you a radio telescope there would be no signal that you might detect for an observer looking back through the whole of time to see the origin of the cosmos. Yet the temperature is not absolute zero, for you are here, and your non-dimensional existence excites creation, and tickles it into continuing. On and on and on - the void.