I dread the black hole- no escape, no hope for anything to come back, to my mind it is the single most ominous reality. With everything in life that doesn't go your way you still have a flickering hope that your fortunes can reverse some day but a black hole represents the absolute irreversible truth. It represents the place in space where you hurl your stone each time with greater force hoping to finally make it stick and may be even shine like a star someday. Alas, nothing ever happens, the stone is lost, the effort is gone and you know there is never going to be a star smiling down at you.
However as I type the above lines I am wondering whether by condemning the black hole, I am maligning the wrong guy. Are we actually guilty of hope?
Its hope that makes us pick a stone each time, the black hole is simply the finality of the result- a dead end that seekers just run into. Sometimes hope can be brutal, it makes you go down the same path innumerable times only to come out all bruised and hurt. May be the black hole just tries to end the misery, bring an end to the vicious cycle of hope and trying. May be God just became tired of seeing folks hurl stones, and so created a black hole to stop them, dissuade them from trying.
I wonder if we can really be charged guilty of hoping, for that would raise questions about existence. An existence which lives in the constant shadow of its own black hole-death. Isn't life ironic, for all the hopes, struggles, black hole- it still should go on until the fateful end.
(Thoughts of an anxious job seeker braving the media frenzy of hurricane Sandy- crazy times)
However as I type the above lines I am wondering whether by condemning the black hole, I am maligning the wrong guy. Are we actually guilty of hope?
Its hope that makes us pick a stone each time, the black hole is simply the finality of the result- a dead end that seekers just run into. Sometimes hope can be brutal, it makes you go down the same path innumerable times only to come out all bruised and hurt. May be the black hole just tries to end the misery, bring an end to the vicious cycle of hope and trying. May be God just became tired of seeing folks hurl stones, and so created a black hole to stop them, dissuade them from trying.
I wonder if we can really be charged guilty of hoping, for that would raise questions about existence. An existence which lives in the constant shadow of its own black hole-death. Isn't life ironic, for all the hopes, struggles, black hole- it still should go on until the fateful end.
(Thoughts of an anxious job seeker braving the media frenzy of hurricane Sandy- crazy times)
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