Poking Into Nothingness

There comes a moment in thought—if you’re brave, bored, or simply lying awake far too long—when you ask: what lies beyond the universe? And you don’t mean stars, or dark matter, or rogue planets. You mean the edge. The boundary. The membrane beyond which there is no ‘where’, no ‘when’, no ‘what’. And when your thought reaches that point, something inside you recoils. A silent dread. As if your mind has brushed against something it wasn’t meant to. Most people turn back. Frankly, so do I. That creeping sense of cosmic vertigo always gets me. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to break that barrier. I want to step past the limit. I want to poke into the nothingness.