In my eyes, indisposed in disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake and the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench, ‘neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream and I’ll hear you scream again
Science and scifi as metaphor.
Gravity. Of the four or more forces in the Universe, it is the weakest. Some of the latest research theory on why this is suggests it is because during the Big Bang, gravity was basically thrown partially out of the Universe. It pops in and out, perhaps pushing on mass then disappears back to its other home before squishing All There Is in this Universe.
Perhaps the most voracious items in our Universe is the mysterious black hole. This Black Hole Son sucks. It sucks everything and anything. Basically, it just sucks. It is an ever empty vessel in search of filling. But it can never be satisfied, and so eats everything within its gravitational tendrils. Nothing can escape it, it is said.
An old scifi film I haven’t seen in many years was The Bamboo Saucer.
It was a Cold War propaganda piece from 1968. I may be getting it confused a little with another film because I saw two back-to-back during a TV matinee. But, if I have the correct film, the saucer wound up working on the principle of locking on to the gravitational force of distant objects. In other words, need to move in a particular direction, the saucer’s navigational system knows that there’s an object in that direction with a gravitational pull and somehow enhances the mutual attraction, pulling it in that direction.
Now imagine that you are a traveler caught in the gravitational field of our sucky Black Hole. How could you escape it? I don’t think the pull of a single star would do.
But a binary system…
Now that’s interesting. You can latch on to not one but two stallions to lug your sorry-wandering-space-gypsy-butt out of the black hole muck. As opposed to the Hole’s take-take-take, you’ve got twin Sons who give-give-give, provide for life as opposed to obliterating it.
Definitely my kind of celestial bodies. Lulz.
And so that, lady’s and germs, is how you beat brainwashing. Clear as ever, aren’t I? You’re going to need to know how to do that, probably sooner than later.
Thanks for the ride. 🙂