How I imagine the Universe

In a quickly shy anecdotal symphony

If a ship, let's say an aircraft carrier is in motion at slightly above the average speed at sea.
Everyone and everything on or around it can realise its motion relative to whether they are on the ship on or off of it.

If you were to be tied to the front most part of the ship that actively parts the seawater gushingly toward either side, your experience of how fast and violent the motion feels unlike what it looks like is Imaginably great.
Slightly away from that, your fellow members on board who are seated or sleeping below deck realise the same motion but in a very subtly secure manner.

In addition to that, a third and fourth party on the rear end of the deck and the other inside a jet on the carrier also experience the same motion in a not-so-similar subjective manner.
The edges of our galaxy are in one way or the other very similar to the parts of the carrier that are in contact with the water and the sea is the ever-expanding space that no amount of carriers can fill at one go and still be able to part the waters.

We are, collectively, in my view sleeping below the deck .