Everyday Canvas

Black Hole Musings

Prompt: Totally different from the scientific and cosmic black holes, imagine your very own, fictional black hole. What would it be like? Describe it or use it in a flash fiction story or poem if you wish.

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My black hole is a living, breathing being, a cosmos onto itself because inside it, lots of other matter and creations, mostly creations stolen from my mind, exist. It is a seductive place that calls me to it. Into it, I sometimes enter willingly to learn who I am even if I am wary of its outwardly calm yet violent and cruel heart.

Despite its dark façade, my black hole has a passionate embrace that grasps and hurls me into its chaos, yet expects me to create order within that chaos. Inside it, it's like being in the eye of a storm where my unnoticed illusion and attachment tornados swirl around me. I try very hard to notice what those tornados are made up of before they can jump into my life and suck me into their vortexes. Usually, I succeed and learn a lot, then squeeze myself out of my black hole through its intimate, mystical pathway to illumination.

Over the years, I learned to value my black hole because each time I find my way out of it, I am astonished at my evolution, which makes me think any black hole is never as dark as it is painted.

In fact, anyone's black hole may well be the means for the rebirth of an entire amazing, advanced universe, which can also be called a truly authentic human being.