The other day I was listening on the radio to a song by a French singer, and the lyrics asked a more or less disillusioned question: “What if heaven is void?”
I wanted to ask that singer: “But what kind of heaven are you speaking about? Are you thinking of it as an area above our heads?”
It occurred to me that even that “area” above our heads is infinite, filled with billions and billions of stars and galaxies. Astronomical discoveries continually push back the limits of what is called the universe.
