I like it that fundamental questions remain a mystery...
I like it, too. Too many mysteries have been solved. As kid, I loved it that were unexplored parts of the world, such as darkest Africa. (There were tantalizing rumors then that dinosaurs might still exist there). And no one had ever seen the other side of the moon. Antarctica was a complete mystery, with speculation that there might be temperate, lush valleys in the interior. It was fun to imagine such things. There is not much left to the imagination now.
As to space, we might as well concede that while we can use the word "infinite," our minds will never be capable of processing that concept in any meaningful way. Neither will we ever be able to process the idea that space is finite, because we will always ask, "Then what is on the other side of it?" These issues will always be a mystery, unless we get new kinds of brains (In Oz?) BTW, I seem to recall you mentioning the Oz books. All-time favorites of mine (even when they were condemned by educators). I actually liked the Ruth Plumly Thompson series better than I liked Baum. I have quite a few of the books, and still enjoy reading them. That's one of the occasions when I laugh at myself.
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