The big bang, narrated by Tom Hanks, the whole thing just seems so cuddly and cute. But what is it really about. The creation of the known universe from a pinhead size blob of matter. Good trick there god. But here's the thing... I can rationalize that the universe might be some sort of pulsating blob(s) of matter, expanding and contracting like a living beast. The big bang, I suspect, is probably more like lots of little local bangs, each spewing a neighborhood of galaxies, each with their own kind of local relative reality and time. Like Los Angeles. Maybe one big bang started it all in motion, but how should I know I'm just a geologist who plays in a rock & roll band. OK, I am ok with the supposed facts astrophysicists make up about the universe. But it's the edge I have real trouble with. When you get to the edge of the universe, what the hell (heaven) is out there? A brick wall? A cliff, a 7-11? Astrophysics and astronomers all have your heads in the sand. Who cares what trajectories and speeds our local galaxies are moving at? Who's moving away from us and all that redshift/blueshift stuff. I want to know where the limits of the known universe are?? I want to see a picture of the brick wall. I want the zip code to the great beyond. And I want it now. Ok, say you went to the local rocket factory and bought the fastest spaceship, took off with lots of your favorite goodies and aimed it to the farthest corner of the universe, and you're almost there now. Look out the window, what do you see? There's got to be something right? If not we are it, and that is scary. What are you doing now? Wasing time, time in our precious universe. Get busy!