Lately I’ve been fixated on this black hole analogy. Perhaps that existential emptiness that some feel; that sense of vagueness and questionable purpose, perhaps we can think of it as a black hole that’s pulling us into it- as a thing that we try to fill with objects and people that will make us forget it. But maybe it will always be there once those of us who feel this existential dread notice it. Once we start questioning the universe and all its wonder. Maybe we’re stuck not knowing. Maybe we’re stuck not having any control. Perhaps the only thing we can do is learn to let it be, to make peace with it, as observers of the universe.