Have you ever wondered whats outside our world?

Question

Have you ever wondered whats outside our world?
Outside earth its space and stars and planets and black hole but do you ever wonder what outside of that?What if someone can rip the seperation between us and another unknown world?

Answer 1

yeah i think about it a lot, then i remember i still have a pipe in my hand and i hit it again. i like to try to think whats outside the universe or stars/planets/space... is the universe as we know it EVERYTHING ? or are there billions of universes outside of the one we are in??? or do we all live on a snow flake like on that grinch movie...

Answer 2

I dreamed of being one among the lean, sinuous creatures, swimming for joy together in luminous fluid outside of time and space. I awoke with a sensation that an angel had been using the solar system for a toothbrush. Only half a wet dream.

Is a skeleton embarrassed because it’s naked? With all those teenage girls looking at it in science class?

The reasoning of ashes is not subject to intellectual rigor. Nor is it influenced by pain. It is only I, sitting here in sunlight, who shall feel and fear the loneliness of nights in the graveyard. For that is not to be me, but only the point of remembrance of me for a moment.

And our dreams flow away under the magnetism and gravity of the æternal pulling through holes in time.

Take one universe, dissolve thoroughly in water; stir vigorously…

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The following was written years before the Harry Potter stories were published.
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The essence of storytelling is in the scene in which a street or roadway runs right up to a solid wall, on which someone has painted a trompe l’oeil scene showing that the street continues. Using this scene, you can show many forms of humor, ranging from ephemeral farce to the high comedy of the one who collides with the wall, only to pass through and find that the world in the painting is real, and is a better reward for having persevered.

The potential moral tales are all but infinite, and can be funny, or tragic, or mysterious, like the story of the one who crashes into the wall while others are passing through into the painted-on world. This one must spend the remainder of the story searching for the secret.

You can tell a serious story of history: of war, or love and sex, or science and engineering, or social striving. What of the one who stops short and saves himself, turns around and goes away versus the one who stops short and examines the wall, to discover that it is a stack of empty cardboard boxes no thicker than the reach of an arm?

And what of the one who comedically motorcycles through into the painted scene, only to discover that it is hell? Or the one who stops short, studies the winds, and invents an airship? Or the one who collides with the wall while others pass through, and goes on to find that there is no secret, but that some people are just excluded?

You can tell the story of a person who knows the wall is solid, but chooses to pretend he thinks the wall is cardboard, or you can tell the story of a person who knows the wall is cardboard, but who chooses to pretend he thinks the wall is solid.

Every absolute is there, and every role that people adopt: victim, persecutor, rescuer, true hero and serious villain. The one aloof will be drawn to this place if no other, and also the straightforward student of Why Things Are The Way They Are.

Do you want to tell a joke, or make a cartoon? Or write a 1000-page novel full of intrigue, mystery, and the erotic? All you need is that roadway, some paint, and some stones and mortar-or cardboard; the choice is yours. And, of course, a detailed understanding of the beyond…


P.S. When I collided with the wall, I passed through into the establishment that was actually on the other side of the wall. That place was a brothel, where I found myself considering the risks before the rewards, and, after a somewhat circuitous exploration of the place and its doorways, found my way back out into what strongly resembled the world from which I had come.

Answer 3

I can not think about 'outside' without another dimension. For 4 dimensions, there is no ending but had a beginning. There is no 'before', beyond the beginning. For 4 dimension, there is no 'outside.'
Believe it or not, the 3 dimensions of space have curvature. Just like a sphere,not a linear thing,which is one dimension.
What is outside of outside in one dimension, or 3 dimension?
What is outside of outside of outside? Isn't it multiverse?

Answer 4

for all time. What if...our finished universe is rather in basic terms a decision of atoms increasing interior the preliminary on the spot of ignition from a cosmic adventure. The asteroids are definitely electrons and the planets are protons and the planetary moons are neutrons and our universe will proceed to strengthen till the 'striker' blows-out the eternal flame.

Answer 5

Hi. Yes, I wonder a lot. My limited imagination can only grasp that which is within my own power to think about. But if you think of the universe as a round object (as most large objects are) than I think we are at the center of our observable universe with every point non-coincident with us as the center of another.

Answer 6

every time. I want to know how far the universe goes, and what is holding the universe, since the earth holds us, and space holds earth, but what holds space?

Answer 7

Well I think there's nothing outside

Answer 8

What do you mean?
Parallel universes.
Multidimensional planes.
Hell?

Answer 9

another dimension