Crossing the Event Horizon

They buried their boy that afternoon under a weeping sky. Human and heaven tears soaked the earth blanketing their 7 year old baby.  When broken hearts finally tore themselves from his grave, the sky wept on and darkness could not quiet the anguish of the clouds. 
By morning, a bitter, cold wind swept across the tired nimbostratus and set it sailing toward the cerulean west.  Great white ships leaving their harbor of sorrow.

The earth is passing with each life taken by death.  A monster taking another bite, tearing a hole, leaving a Nothing black as sin.  The hole is vacuous, sucking in the light around it. 

I , in the very recent past, learned that at the center of every galaxy is a super massive black hole.  I found this to be quite startling news. "Little" stars like our sun will only fade into a white dwarf.  Others, though, the massive, tremendous ones, burning through the last of their fuel will collapse in on themselves.  These are stellar black holes and their death has such a strong  gravitational pull that not even light can escape from it.

When I was blundering my way through high school, I came across a photo in the margins of my physics text book with a caption that read something a long the lines of,  "Leslie is made up of star dust."  To me, that was confirmation that I, personally, was very unique.  Forget that the authors of the text were just using plain jane "Leslie" to represent every human being.  I was a tad disillusioned, I suppose :)

But it's true.  We are made up of the same stuff of stars.  Today's science says about 90% actually. 
And haven't you felt it when someone in your life has died?  A collapsing.  Your orbit was so close, their death pulls on you, stretches you as you continue to circle them.  I feel it.  The earth groans from the pain of losing so many of her stars. 

A single soul has flung themselves into the Event Horizon.  And one soul has returned with His light intact, shining eternally.  He has gone into the Singularity and rescued our babies, our mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends, us.