Sometimes when I write I start and stop a bunch. I compose something and then reread it only to then erase everything. Sometimes I want to say something so perfectly I feel like I can't say it at all.

All mass in the world is mostly nothing. Ok well not nothing, more like air, or space, however you want to define non-matter. This is even an understatement, the entire universe is actually almost nothing. The boundaries of our own skin are even in flux, the edges of our body change as atoms vibrate around forming our mass. There is more in betweenness in life than there is actual life.

If an atom were to be compacted, that is if all of its elements were squished up against each other (squished is a scientific term) into a grid it would in fact be infinitesimally smaller than it currently is. If this happened to all mass, if we were to compact content to consume the least amount of in between space, I've been told that the Earth would be the size of an orange. Whaaaaaaat?!?!

This is the function of black holes as I understand them. They are sort of the vacuum sealers to end all vacuum sealers as they compact matter to its smallest state. Actually a couple months ago the biggest black hole in the universe was discovered (or the biggest we've found so far). It's name is OJ287 (who names these things?!) and it has the mass of 18 billion suns. It's so satisfying to think about these things, even though I understand very little of it. Atoms so small I can't perceive their mass, black holes so large I can't understand their size. It makes me feel so insignificant, but in a good way.

Do you ever feel like conversations you have with people are sort of like matter in general? Like if you squished up actual content, you almost never speak?