This week, a little something special to share with the fifteen or so of you who follow my blog (bless you for that). A dear artist friend of mine agreed to write a guest post for me. And of course, as this is an art blog, they made some art to go along with it.
This person’s art is quite possibly some of my favorite of all time (and not just because I’m biased). Their technical skills are excellent, especially seeing as they’re only in high school, just like me, and their creativity is utterly boundless. Every piece of theirs that I’ve seen is interesting and unique, and I’m so glad I get to share some of it with you. It is my pleasure to introduce all of you to the incredibly talented, infallibly brilliant, remarkably creative Ace! I’ll let them take it away now.
The Schwarzschild radius (sometimes historically referred to as the gravitational radius) is the radius of a sphere such that, if all the mass of an object were to be compressed within that sphere, the escape velocity from the surface of the sphere would equal the speed of light.
Hi! So, I’m sure you’re wondering what you’re doing here- You’re drifting through a fragile concept of reality then suddenly, boom! A mildly intimidating figure in a suit. If you’re scared, then you should be! If not, then your celestial perception of pride may be getting the best of you. Here in our little, billion years long story, you’re going to meet plenty of these antagonistic beings. You being the reader of course, the one who’s perception of time can be easily skewed by the location of your planet. Of course, assuming you’re human. You are human, aren’t you? Well, no matter, back to the figure you just encountered. If you’re still somehow managing to read this, then you must not be close enough, and I politely suggest you step back if you would like to continue your adventures. But, if you hear silent whispers and the pulling of your organs to a flattened, near circular shape… then I don’t even know how I could have felt your destroyed, mangled energy’s presence! Here, everything comes to an end, even the biggest, brightest bodies- actually, the bigger they are the more violent they go out. Perhaps you could relate to that, human? Stubbornness to go down, the concept of “if I go down, I’m taking you with me”. You see, when a star is big enough, there’s a point that when it collapses nothing can get back out. Not necessarily a black hole, but the calm before the storm. The point at which it all falls apart, when light, hope can’t escape the confines of his grip. Even the black holes fear the violent reactions and tightening, the tearing of time, space and light, the pain, the silent screams, that it takes to get there. It’s something that’s once experienced, you never want to feel again. I understand your mind, a simple fragile conscious may not understand in astronomical terms. Rather, Schwarzkopf is “the point at which a person collapses and is emotionally broken in an angry, aggressive state”. Make sense? Good. Similar to his creation, you don’t know when it’s coming, for a theoretical point can only be predicted. But, in contrast of a Black Hole, there are no soft spoken words leading up to static, instead it’s a violent reaction of elements and atoms, all working against each other. We do not fear what we know is there, what to avoid, it is the unknown that frightens us. Ironic, isn’t it? Existing as a celestial being afraid of the unknown? You would expect us to be comforted by the darkness. I’m sure you understand, human, that even water screams when you boil it.