This article has been printed with the permission of my wife Harpreet Kaur.
Lately I have been fascinated with black holes. And this fascination has been with me long before Interstellar came along. Black holes denote singularity, where all laws of physics ‘break’ down. Scientists and armchair physicists are trying to understand the black holes, with their event horizons and Hawking radiations. I was thinking in our spiritual life, if there is a black hole? Some point beyond which all the rules break down? Where-in the space time stretches to an infinite point such that it almost breaks. I felt that the only black hole in our spiritual life is death.
Death comes in a moment, but takes away everything from us. We are snatched from the known Universe into the oblivion. No one can hear us from beyond death. No light. No sound. No memories. The transition at the point of event horizon must be the hardest, when the last breath leaves us. What is there in the singularity? Is it a window to another Universe? Is it the end of the space time? Is it the point of projection of this holographic existence? Is it the convergence of every reality?
It might sound poetic. But death is the theoretical truth we all know. We are all familiar with its model and how it works. What we are not sure of what is beyond. And how it is connected with what we are today.