If I hadn't been told what the sky was, I would not think it limitless. I’d think that it was a dome ceiling. And that stars were magical birds too far away for me to see anything but their magical sparkle.
You know, if you stare at the sky too long, it becomes harder and harder to believe that something lies beyond it. That there is an eternal darkness, a void filled only by drifting rocks and the light of stars an unimaginable distance away. That our world is illuminated by a flaming ball too immense to comprehend. And that the sky is not something that can ever be touched, yet it stretches all around the world. And wherever you travel, when you look up, there it will always be.
