Charles Foster writes for Aeon on the subject of edginess:
The cosmos is an edgy place. We are on the far edge of a rapidly expanding Universe, hurtling into nothing. Earth is now further away than it was when you began to read this sentence, from the place where, at the time of the Big Bang, everything started. We have to put it that way, but it is wrong. For at the moment of the Big Bang, neither space nor time existed. They were forged in the explosion.
Everything that has happened in space and time happened on the far fringes. The process of creation and innovation is delegated to the margins.
This sounds poetical. It is. But it is not just poetry. It’s a statement of the way things are and the way things happen in all domains, from evolutionary biology to religion.
Or, in the immortal words of the Bodivoodoo: