Apr 6, 2009 Memories
When I was seven years old I asked my dad, “What size is the universe?” The problem with needing a size assigned is that the entity needs an end. So my dad posed the question to me, “What’s at the end of the universe?”
“A big wall,” I suggested.
Then he made a plea to my young mind. He said, “What’s easier to imagine a wall surrounding the universe or an endless universe?”
It wasn’t until I was much older that I finally discarded the wall idea.