Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the deepness of my son's thoughts.
Last night, he started talking about the universe. This is nothing new to note in terms of topics of conversation. My son has a love of all things space that rivals that of most astrophysicists. He learns everything he can, and after a long information session where he filled me in on all the details of UY Scuti, (which I, of course, googled because I had never heard of it and it sounded completely made up), I have learned not to question any space-related information that he provides.
Go ahead. Look up UY Scuti. You know you want to.
I'll wait.
The topic of conversation last night was on the infiniteness of the universe. He started by telling me that we could never leave the universe. When asked why not, he told me that beyond the universe there is nothing, but that we would never be able to get to the nothing. I asked why, mostly because I wanted to see where this was going. He informed me that the universe was ever expanding, and that once we got to the edge of the universe, where there was nothing, there would be something. I looked and him quizzically, and he explained it, in a more 8-year-old way than I will explain here. He told me that when we reached the end of the universe and the nothing that it would stop being nothing and become something just by virtue of us being there. And since it was something, it was, therefore, part of the universe.
Mind. Blown.
