When I was five years old, an older Lady who lived upstairs from us was babysitting me.
We ware sitting on the Stoop (front porch) the enjoying the evening and looking up at the Stars in the Sky. I turned to the poor Lady and asked, where does Space end?
She looked at me like I was a Community Organizer from Chicago and I don’t think she really answered my question.
When my Parents got home, she told my Mother that I was an “interesting” Child. LOL
She was speechless. That was probably a, "WTF are you talking about, where's my lunch" look she was emitting. You misread it...maybe not....lol
The question is a contradiction in terms. "Where" assumes the existence of space. That's what she ought to have said while you were sitting on the front stoop.
Cordially,
“”When I was five years old... where does Space end?””
When I was eleven or twelve (late bloomer, I suppose) I asked my Dad, “If space is continuously expanding, what is it expanding into?”
He looked at me with that same “CO form Chicago” expression, rolled his eyes at my Mom and I don’t think he answered my question either.
As a seventh grader, my speculation was that it was expanding into whipped cream. At my present age of 63 I suspect whipped cream isn’t the answer. But just being able to ask the question reminds me how “big” our Creator is and just that thought is more fun than whipped cream.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCrvibgo1LM