There's a funny thing about black holes. Once you get beyond the event horizon, normal rules of physics pretty much go out the window. The only thing that we know about it is that we've got a lot of questions, and I'm not talking about "What does the headlight look like on a motorcycle traveling at the speed of light?" kind of general mind fuck questions, I'm talking about the really twisted ones.
I'm talking about the kind of questions where the majority of even well informed people can't even put into words the questions to ask, much less have any inkling as to the answers, and all of them stem from a single question (and no, it's not "What is the Matrix?" you boob), namely, "How does the universe behave at a point in space where matter, energy, time and even the space itself get whipped into the cosmological equivalent of a beef curry cordon bleu milkshake with a corn kernel garnish?"
When she called tonight and asked, "How are you doing?"... That was one of those questions.
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Proceeds from sales go directly to help maintain the place in Maine that I go to regain a grip on reality.
It's an old cabin in an area that's close enough to be almost convenient, and far enough that there aren't massive swarms of other tourists about. I've been going there three or four times a summer for over ten years, and it's always fun and relaxing. It's an old place though, and it needs all the help it can get. [hide this]