Bad

I was watching discovery science. They now think every galaxy has a black hole in the center of it. These holes suck nearby matter into them.  When the matter gets close it spins around, faster and faster, until it heats up to this, like, super hot temperature. As it spins it gets so extra hot that it effects itself: It globs together, forming planets, stars, communities, relationships. This is called a quasar.  They say it is how new things are made. They say a lot of these new bodies just form and exist, blooming and all that, and they don’t actually get sucked down into the black hole, not any time too soon. And I try to believe them. I try to believe..

But as a lot of the close, fast matter spins, it actually falls in, and down, on itself, in the funnel, of bent physics, that is the maelstrom, that is the black hole itself. And once this matter is in, it’s in. It’s a shut in. There’s no getting out. They call this the downward spiral, hard times, hard knocks, depression, end game, the blues… And the matter just keeps gathering tighter and tighter and tighter into itself, all gravity and no action, Jesus on the cross, until it becomes: The Singularity. The point. God.., damn.  What is the point?

They say that it is this process of hard times that can make stuff, that can make up stuff, that can make stuff into stuff into stuff that can one day grow to come to recognize and know itself, and cry out in protest as it swirls, against the physics and universe that is pulling it to it’s end:  "We are all going to die!".