An Unexpected Black Hole

Man loves to dream of gods, secret societies and cosmic fates, since only the Few can bear the glare of direct reality.

Those-who-know do not lead groups of mere seekers, for the path and destination is here.  They do not herd bands of religious idiots, for their dream of salvation is the reality of their destruction.  And they do not instruct routine fools in intellectual speculation, for the Secret is known.

There is nothing wrong with the ordinary life…assuming, of course, that you’re ordinary.

This can be called many fine things, but it can also be seen as an unexpected black-hole in the evolutionary fabric of predictability, and a hole into which only a few care to fly.

Real maps have always been relatively secret in their time, since all things, including maps, have a lifespan, and a wide-spread usage of the maps would only increase the rate of their decay.

J.