All time’s possible strands of possibility converging at a single point, not in space. Within this domain all potential is tangible; it’s entire probabilities laid to bare. Inside a black hole, all reality has form; the strands of time.

The polarization surrounding the topic of form is hilariously stupid. For either side we’re powerful beings with godly power playing with or mocking life. This fragile entity that needs protection as its violent self, its powerful nature tries to destroy it. We’re so powerful we think we can destroy life through form, and so weak and small to see we can’t. All the while the Scheme Of Things, the Bigger Picture, Life itself is looking at us like, “what are you doing?”

Light is the transfer of energy made visible in matter; matter and energy in its simplest and purest forms.