During my days as a cadet-midshipman, I began stargazing at sea in earnest. While stargazing at sea, it seemed as though you could take in the entire universe without obstruction. Its vastness and stillness were conducive to lying out, gazing up at the stars, feeling as though you could run your fingers through them. Even now, during stargazing at sea, it always makes me wonder about the boundaries of our universe and where it all ends. If you do your stargazing at sea and dwell on that thought long enough it can drive you stark raving mad.
What is at the end of the universe, if it really does end? You might suggest that at the end of the universe there are boundaries, no matter whether the universe is flat, a sphere, or whatever. Stargazing at sea incites more questions: Where do heaven, hell, and everything in between fit into this colossus? How can the universe go on, and on without ending?
To the layman there is only one explanation to the boundlessness of space: The answer is beyond human comprehension. Infinity is unfathomable! Thus, whatever the shape of the universe and the galaxies beyond, there is nothing called a boundary and hence nothing called the end of it all. Yet, that answer does not satisfy the utter madness I feel when I think about the "endless" universe, on the foredeck of my yacht while stargazing at sea.
While stargazing at sea I still rack my brain with this hypothetical question: If I were in a space vehicle traveling a thousand miles an hour and traveled into space FOREVER, how can it be that I would not come to the end?
White Sails welcomes you aboard to ponder boundlessness while stargazing at sea.