
The Terrible Precipice Of Knowing: Black Holes, Enlightenment, And The Divine by Elizabeth Glass Turner
There is a moment you stand on the brink, or the brink stands on you. The inexorable draw pulls you in, like gravity, like the current; at the moment you must fight to get away or be drawn in forever, you are the most tempted to pause with quickened breath as you weigh whether the knowledge of what lies on

















