Blackhole

My blackhole has drawn me to her,
And I'll never return.

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Isn't that the greatest love poem ever. Simple. Short. It says it all. It tells how a man can be incontrollably attracted to a woman. Some would argue that comparing love to a blackhole is not really flattering (especially if someone mistakes a blackhole for a brown hole... totally different), but I see it this way: blackholes are the greatest force of nature, so much that nature itself bends around it. Laws of physic break down past the horizon of a blackhole. Knowledge ceases to matter. Matter ceases to make sense.

Alexander Pope wrote:

"How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,"

Love, in a blackhole-like fashion, is irrational. Both are beyond understanding. Love is like Pi. One just cannot understand why it is infinite. Try calculating 51 billion digits of love. Then, try closing your eyes and imagine that smile, that look, that laugh...

Cosmology makes me feel so lonely. I'm too fucking romantic, at times. Where's cynicism when you need it?