I learned from the Black Hole, a little something. These are words from the Black Hole’s Pupil as seen by the Pupil’s Black Hole about The Pupil and the Black Hole. Yet another comparison which shows the Uniformitarianist nature of the world. And a little hint that your body may contain some space junk, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it but admire.
There is and has been a repetition in universal processes through time. The uniformitarianist trait of these processes have fueled our science and introspection. But the construction of this world—I should say “the arrangement and ordering of the interdependent interactions amongst the plethora individual processes—is so finely designed that two things always happen when it’s considered:
- People do not get the point! The stare in wonder without ponder. They are necessarily oblivious to the happenings repetitive nature of these vastly concurrent world. And they love this oblivion, they crave this ravishing ignorance. This makes them have no curiosity towards this wonder and quickly pushes the initial consideration out of their minds, bringing them back to square one.
- The sheer awe drives people into—or close to—dementia. Humans hitherto are proven mentally incapable of instantaneously making sense of a vast amount of data. Being presented with a higher level view of the world and its interdependence and interconnectedness, tied together with its cunning trait of hiding itself, people get blown away. Soon, there is a notion of The Grandiose Architect whose plan it was to make things as they are—split between the objective view (God) and the subjective view (Self).
Yet irregardless of human awe and nonchalance, these processes have never ceased, neither have they taken a break from their busy schedules to give a damn. They continue on their courses—mindless automatons1. Recently, it came to mu attention/awareness/consciousness/”that thing”… that the human is also a process.
I mean, why not? Even more so, the human is a process like all others… which is subject to the uniformitarianist trait of all processes in the world.
Why have we never considered this in out umpteen million years of “intelligent” existence? Frankly, this realization was nothing less than a slap on my face by a midget2 who has one arm amputated and is paralyzed from the waist down. Pebbles be craved!—nothing could be more demeaning than that.
Considering the entire human process will generate data which may bog down the internet as a whole; even after its 25th year in existence. Let us, therefore constrict ourselves to the pruning of the brain. At birth, the brain is a marvelous concoction of everything the human may [not] need in life; charged with the pseudo-control of the entire human process. Immediately after birth—and we are talking femtoseconds after—this magnificent organism starts pruning itself: hampers growth, now here, now there in order to identify the human with itself and its world. The method is akin to the epiphenomenal flames in the after-burn of an explosion—flames climb and prune per energy in the molecule; the mindless race of spermatozoa in search for an unfertilized egg; the settlement of a culture after an uprising; and so on. This process goes on through life until the organism wears out. The brain having lives its course, decides to pack up. This is where things get interesting. When the brain dies, the signaling stops, causing an immediate cascade of process termination. The heart decides “screw it! there’s no one around to push me around anymore”, the lungs give their final sigh of relief, the rods and cones in the eyes of the human agrees, “Good riddance! No more questions. It’s about time I stopped reacting to all this information all for someone else”, and so on. Subprocesses of the human process begin to shutdown irregardless of the choice of the human, irregardless of the collective superstructure we call “the human”. This is the end of this particular human process; but somewhere, this process—cunning as it is—managed to reproduce itself in order to do what it has already done, over and over and again. Genius!
Knowing this, I immediately began researching what aspect of the human is reflected in the universe, or vice versa. Not too long, I came across the Black Hole. My little knowledge in Astrology tells me this is a point in space which—if I should paraphrase—defies gravity and uses gravity to defy everything else. Technically, when a star is bigger than the sun, it is able to continue the fusion process beyond Oxygen up the periodic table. But the fusion process cant continue on or past Iron. With no burn, the radiation stops momentarily leaving nothing to counterbalance the internal pull of gravity. This causes the star to implode. There is no reduction in mass but there is a reduction in size—creating an immense gravitational pull from the object, one which light cannot escape.
There is a striking similarity between the pupil and the black hole.
Focusing on the pupil and its surrounding iris, will give you a glimpse into the universe. If you think I Photoshopped this image, calm your fears; my skills with Photoshop are so horrible… I can’t even begin to say. Check Google for yourself; it may be disturbing fofr some with a weak stomach for the truth in its purity.
- Intense gravitational pull to suck light in and none ever comes out.
- The human, as an occurring process, cannot see what happens in the pupil as the universe is banned from introspecting into a black hole.
- Light cannot escape the pupil the same way it does not escape a black hole.
- Probing into them—both the pupil and the black hole—means the destruction of the very system you mean to probe into.
- Surrounding them is a picture depicting a dense static explosion which radiates inwards—but is not consumed.
- …there are probably more similarities but I may not be intelligent or calm enough search and grasp.
Such an epiphany damned my thoughts into an endless loop of “What if we are mere cells in the grand scale liable to apoptosis as the ones in our bodies are?” Soon, the similarities between processes becomes apparent: cells, stars, black holes, humans, water, volcanoes, thought, electricity. These are all self-propagating processes at the mercy of none and under the governance of that which is less than none. We simultaneously are and are part of this massive process which does itself over and over again; and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. Makes you want to sit back and appreciate the wonder, doesn’t it?
I found a picture of a dying star; I swear it is! But what do you see?