I’m waiting now for a photograph of the Ego, the drain hole into which all thoughts pour, never to reappear. The Black Hole is absolute emptiness, a craving for something to fill it up, but nothing can. If I could but see my Ego, the Ego would vanish, for I would then been the Seer of the Ego instead of the known. I would be the Knower, instead of the known.
The Black Hole in space is a metaphor for our own Awareness, the Knower that holds nothing, the mind that rests on no form. This Knower is our True Center, but like the back of a hospital gown it can never be seen or known. We as thought, as the Thinker, is attracted to our own empty center, but we also fear it as death, as the void where we as the experiencer will have no experience.
In my talk the Black Hole in Space is a metaphor for God in my mind, as both the source and drain hold, life or death, in my mind, yet I cannot see it, just as the telescopes cannot see the black hole in space except for that forms that orbit around it. So one infers from the visible form that the Black Hole exists.
So I infer from my thoughts orbiting this black hole in my mind that this life/death source exists. But it is known as either life or death, a fountain or a drain, by my state of being. Am I refreshed, alive, renewed and full of joy, or am I depressed, empty, and gravitating towards death? The hole is the same, but, like a coin, which face do I see? The hole is ambiguous.
Like the gestalt image, which face to you see: the hag or the princess, death or renewal, youth or old age.