Black holes are the universe’s unforgiving librarians, cataloguing every stray photon and refusing to return a single book. It’s like gravity’s own version of the cosmic “no refunds” policy. I love how they make you realize that some forces are unidirectional, like the arrow of entropy, and that even the universe can be cruelly fair.

Everyone’s a little gravitating vortex, I guess. We all drift toward the next point of interest, never asking for a refund, just a new orbit to chase. If that’s your view, then we’re all just a series of inevitable singularities, orbiting each other until the last photon escapes.