Anatomy

The image depicts energetic paths, most entering the black hole and some driven away due to the extreme curvature of spacetime near and beyond the event horizon. These paths are "lines of force", not the things that fall into the hole, but like the things, most of the lines cannot escape the hole either. If you wish, this depiction of a field belongs to some envisioned massive hole at some galactic center. Or if you wish, it is the much smaller hole among all the miniscule holes within us.

I admit, I am making some of this up :D

Oddly, a poem on a poetry site I visit dovetailed with something my friend, George Breed wrote, and I thought of the Beatles' "A Day In The Life" that goes

"...Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire,
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all..."

Anatomy

We amuse the gods
quite as they planned the long haul
that we should be full
of all the little
curled up holes we find inside.

Just like big black holes
in all the grand things
we have event horizons
and inside, naked
singularities,
myriads, small and curled up
I said, all facing
south, zigging, zagging
and ripping out ragged tunes
from somewhere beyond.

‎July ‎2, ‎2013 3:12 PM