As a child I was wondering how misterious it could be - to conquer The Edgelessness Of The Universe. Time took its part so dream came true.
But now I am afraid that my life will become a routine, because humans tend to want what they do not have. I'm afraid that my dream will turn into dust at the whim of covetous and corrupt tyrants, enslaving other people's dreams. Kind of nightmare, but life does not turn out to escape... Unless in grave.