Gee

Because I am sometimes softheared toward tradition, I shall instead talk about how black holes came to be: In the first microseconds after the Big Bang, the new constituents were frenetically sorting through still- coalescing conventions and burgeoning by-laws over the basic precepts that would dictate how things were going to work this time around. In the confusion, charlatans exercised their ambitions. They opportunistically cobbled together a loose-knit ogliarchy, bound by a shared desire for order and authority. They deemed vague conventions as ad-hoc standards, seducing and co-opting those who were too preoccupied to pay attention to politics. The individual duchies grew large; the dukes shined brightly in the center or their realms, fat with the attention and gaseous with resources. But the frontier was still evolving, new laws forming amongst the malleable outer skin of the bubble. The dukes knew it, even as they held on through bluster and bullying. In spite of their mad appropriation, each in turn became quite grave with a somber nostalgia. Soon, new denizens were nimbly creating their own localities based on deft understanding of weirdness writ small. The old dukes clung to abandoned schemes even as they saw their own light fading; loneliness corrupted their hubris, and in the manner of all petty-tyrants, they sought solace through subjugation and consumption. Thier influence could not be denied, but they themselves had become personae non grata, practically invisible. Their gravity only increased.