Where Amazing Happens

We humans are having lots of fun in the far reaches of space, on the edge of the Milky Way, a small galaxy away from the center of things; away from the really enormous suns where amazing intergalactic deeds are done. The way of stars interlaced, black holes interfaced in interdimensonal, interstertial, intergalactic space. Where microcosmic universes collide and weave their matter in an infinite number of ways; tiny holes in the heart of dark energy. Matter compressed into masses; with gasses, some viscous and thick, something a human can walk on. Neutron stars, compacted from ten thousand suns, with matter so dense one teacup full weighs several billion metric tons. And knowledge here goes only so far, like light in a distant star, it's bent beyond all recognition from the universe, invisible to the naked human eye. In some far off place in the far reaches of space, those dead spaces where there is only night; deep abysses void of light. And in that far-off place where even light rays are forbidden to enter, eons upon eons have passed since the beginning of the universe. Billions of years and only our imaginations can have traveled there.