You might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside.

If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs reading DEAD END? No. Everything in the universe denies nothing to suggest an ending is the one absurdity. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. One may step down further to subatomic particles.

The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it.

What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with wet weeds to die? For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. “The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. ― Stephen King, quote from The Gunslinger Everything in the universe denies nothing to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.”

The gunslinger book