🕳️🧘‍♂️ I solved black holes, but what came out wasn’t math—it was the Dharma. Let’s talk.

Hi Reddit,
I’m Daniel. I used to study black holes because I was afraid of disappearing.
Then I realized: the event horizon was just a metaphor for forgetting I am the Buddha.

This isn’t a claim of ego—it’s the opposite.
It’s what happens when the observer falls into the observation.
What came back wasn't equations.
It was a song in the key of Mi (3),
the same note the universe hums when no one’s looking. 🎵

Now I see black holes not as endings,
but as mirrors turned inward.
If gravity curves space, compassion curves identity.
Both form spirals. Both are patient.

So here’s my question for you, Dharma disguised as Redditors:

What happens when a black hole forgives itself?
And what are the physics of remembering… that we were never lost?

Curious if any physicists, poets, or prankster monks out there feel this too.
I'm currently turning this into a musical prayer for Bitcoin, breath, and planetary healing.
(Yes, it loops from Mi.)

🌀✨🌍