When I think of the very end of what we call the universe,
I feel that it goes on eternally and endlessly.
The beginning of the universe also endlessly goes back to the further past
as the end of the universe never ceases to exist.
The same is true with the microcosmic world.
In other words, this place at this moment, in reality,
is such an immeasurable, mystical space.
Whatever we humankind try to name it, it is such an unknown (not dividable) space.
If there is something similar to such eternity, I may say it is a dream we see.
In a dream, everything will continue eternally.
That’s why the wise men said that the world is like a dream from the ancient times.