We look in any direction and we see walls. We look into the horizon and our eyes see a finite kind of termination to what is supposed to be infinite space; sort of like being stuck inside a snow globe. We are told that this is the end of us, that our eyes, our senses, can perceive only so far; that we have a limit and that this is it. In our fiction we are told that something may be taking from us; that our power is being sucked from us… But what if we are the ones trapping ourselves? What is...