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| Singularity |
We
have all had that moment. The entire world coalesces into a single
point. Every thing in your life is dropped away and stripped down to
the bareness. The point that breaks the soul. We keep pushing but the
point is a singularity, devouring all of the energy we put into it.
We have found the thing that makes great men or breaks them. No
matter how you turn, the point is still in front of you. Do you let
it suck you in? Do you fight back against odds that any mathematician
would put approaching infinite. These aren't the outlier points of
life. They are the points that make even those seem normal.
The
light of comfort even seems pulled into the center. You realize that
the singularity has changed all that you touch. It makes no moves, it
doesn't have to. It is patient, it waits for the time you decide how
to deal with it, because it knows what most will choose. The path
doesn't fork or bend around it. It too is part of the singularity.
Will you come out the other side? If you do will you still be human?
The husks of those that chose this are all around. They left their
heart in place of getting free. Was that the only choice? Is that the
payment to come out the other side. Nothing can be unchanged once
through it. Time is a fickle bitch. She may deaden the hardest edges,
but even the soft ones can cut.
When
you face the singularity, do you want there to be mirrors on the
other side? Do you want any reminder? Some go on never looking at
what the singularity did to themselves. The world changed, not them.
Others curl into themselves until there is nothing left but the fetus
that began this journey. Can you find the courage to untuck your arms
and legs. Can you find the strength to hold up your head even when
the singularity wasn't of your making. It just was. Can you still
look left and right. Is there still an angel on your shoulder always
showing you the way, or have they gone in the ludeness of your
nudity. The bare essence of what made you great. Accepting things
outside your control is a tenet of most religions. What of the things
you can't control, yet have gained control over you. Zealotry of any
kind can be dangerous. It allows for black and white. The gray is
gone from life. Do you oppose the dying of the gray or accept it as
it is. A hollow existence. The Singularity still waits while you
ponder, cry, bemoan, and yell at it for being. It feels nothing, the
ultimate sociopath. Will you have the courage to reach out and touch
it. Will you be sure that your heart will remain unjaded. There are
never assurances. A random accident could take your decision from
you. Time to decide is approaching. Maybe it won't be so bad. The
singularity maybe a turning point. Another universe of choices to be
made. A time not filled with anger. A time when what is right, is all
that is left. The world will never be fair. But it can be just.
feelingproud. 
