Nothing

The Universe is huge. It is so mind bogglingly gigantically humongous that you can't imagine how nanoscopically small you are. It is so huge that there is nothing outside the universe, because the universe is everything. If you can imagine how big it is, just humour yourself because you can't, in that moment you will realize how insignificant you are in the entire scheme of things. You are a microscopic speck on a microscopic speck on a dust particle the size of dandruff on a flea's head.

The earth is just a tad bit bigger but insignificant nevertheless. Everything you do is confined to this insignificant dot in some insignificant little corner of this hugely colossal universe. If you look at the bigger picture in entirety, an utterly impossible task, then there is actually no point to life as we know it. You might spend all your life doing great things and setting new standards and taking thinks up a notch or two, but it ultimately amounts to nothing in the end. What is the bloody point!

All that talking has made me hungry. Does anyone know the directions to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe? I could swallow a black hole or two.

Points: Infinite points to Douglas Adams for putting into words that awesome feeling of insignificance.

One-Liner: "The answer to Life, the Universe and Everything is Forty-Two, but what is the question?"