Imagine stepping out for your favourite newspaper on a sunny Saturday morning. But instead of being greeted by that warm and fresh spring air, you find that there was no ground outside your doorstep. In fact its absence was only replaced by some unholy void, casting a diabolical light and a stench in your face. If you were equally unfortunate to fall in, which in this analogy, you were, you would fall for miles, millions of miles, maybe for years and have nothing to look forward to at the bottom, only, many heart attacks later, crashing into a mangled pile of splintered humbug mints as dense as a hundred frozen pacific oceans piled on top of each other.