Read the final footnote to the Library of Babylon story.https://libraryofbabel.info/Borges/libraryofbabel.pdf
Is not the internet, and the square in front of you called a "computer screen" a smooth, flat plane? And below that, just before your fingerprints can touch, isn't that raw data? Zeros and ones?
When you give that amalgam mass of zeros and ones folded infinitely in upon one another a name, you call it simply "the internet."
You can go full NEET and spend your whole life on the internet and still never see everything there is to see, and at the rate content is uploaded every day from people just like you, you never could. You can't touch the internet because it truly is everywhere, flying through us, a separate world from our own. I commit tautology.
Essentially, not until human consciousness is successfully uploaded within the machine, effectively granting immortality, can we see what lies at the end of the infinite sprawl.
The question remains, what will you do when you finally see the end? Will you turn back and go the way you came, hoping to capture something you missed? Will you cast yourself into the Abyss, and hope to become a bridge between the zeros and ones like a link between atoms?