Often, when I've felt I'm falling, I've thought of it as falling into a black hole rather than some dark pit. This is probably because of my love for all things cosmos but I believe it holds a little more importance in the literary department.
Black holes, as I imagine them, are bottomless dark pits. But unlike other dark pits, the kind you simply fall into and keep falling after biting into the forbidden apple, black holes are quite interactive. When falling into a black hole, you experience immense pressure - both psychological and physical. That originating in your psyche comes partly from the guilt and confusion of biting into the apple and partly from the fall into the obviously hostile surroundings. The physical pressure is what we can regard as interesting. It originates due the psychological pressure, that constantly tries to suffocate you (and this is not because black holes are devoid of air); but what actually makes this pressure unbearably painful is the ability of the black hole to interact with your body. Black holes threaten to crush you into a clump no more smooth than gravel and simultaneously pluck apart the splinters of your existence, not to mention quite mercilessly - they can't really feel much, you see.
The apple was forbidden, wasn't it? But you bit into it anyway, didn't you? Why?
You don't know?
That's fine. You will know, once you begin to fall.
Black holes, as I imagine them, are bottomless dark pits. But unlike other dark pits, the kind you simply fall into and keep falling after biting into the forbidden apple, black holes are quite interactive. When falling into a black hole, you experience immense pressure - both psychological and physical. That originating in your psyche comes partly from the guilt and confusion of biting into the apple and partly from the fall into the obviously hostile surroundings. The physical pressure is what we can regard as interesting. It originates due the psychological pressure, that constantly tries to suffocate you (and this is not because black holes are devoid of air); but what actually makes this pressure unbearably painful is the ability of the black hole to interact with your body. Black holes threaten to crush you into a clump no more smooth than gravel and simultaneously pluck apart the splinters of your existence, not to mention quite mercilessly - they can't really feel much, you see.
The apple was forbidden, wasn't it? But you bit into it anyway, didn't you? Why?
You don't know?
That's fine. You will know, once you begin to fall.
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