Friday, July 4, 2025
The feeling of “me” is an acute accentuation, a strong sensation of centrality. We believe ourselves to be something like a main character in a story, who experiences a series of events, is affected by the actions of other people, and experiences misfortune that “happens to us” – often as an affront to this sharp sense of centrality. This accentuated separateness is being whittled down.
Rather than thinking of myself as one who pokes through the surface, spotlight shining on me, I’d much rather feel like a black hole. A black hole is a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that nothing, not even light, can escape it. Another interesting feature about the black hole is that it has a great effect on the fate and circumstances of an object crossing it, but has no locally detectable features.
Imagine an invisible, non-local, featureless “hole” or field that has great effect on fate and circumstances. What’s in a black hole? Nothing can get in. The black hole has depth, but is affecting objects and circumstances around it. It has draw and pull. It has supreme power just by being deep – vastly.
Not even our sun has this kind of pull. A black hole would eat our sun for lunch. So, while most of the world sees “me” as a protruding object; I is something much richer, that is not just central, but substantially interconnected. When centrality, poking up through the surface, caves in, one falls deeply in love, submits to the pull of infinity, and becomes boundless.
This is the vanishing act, swallowing pride, swallowing up the notion of the spotlight on “me.” A black hole does emit small amounts of radiation, but these particles are tawdry traces. Fall into Truth, submit, swallow pride, and become deeply in love. That’s how you affect the fate of the world.