Mind vs World: A Poetic Singularity

Come my friend and let me lead you on a voyage to the singularity where mind and world collide. For what is the mind? A filter that selects and connects the world as it varies with all its cues and views? Or is it a prison that rejects and protects the world as it scares with all its threats and regrets? What is the world? A spectrum that reflects and affects, the mind as it changes, with all its modes and codes? Or is it a void that neglects and ejects, the mind as it ranges, with all its goals and roles? Some say the mind is part of a whole, a drop in an ocean of waves. The world is feedback, a loop of action and reaction. The mind interacts with the world, a player of games and roles. The world adapts to the mind, a partner of learning and evolution. But what if all these views are wrong or incomplete? What if the mind and the world are both obsolete? What if we are not here, not there, not anywhere? What if we reside within a black hole’s singularity? A black hole—a point where nothing escapes, not even light or sound. A singularity—a point where nothing exists, not even mass or energy. But what if the black hole is not an end but a genesis, where time and space metamorphose? What if the singularity is not a void but a seed, where new possibilities sprout or resprout? Yet, what if this is all deception, illusion, or trial? What if the black hole is not a seed but a snare? What if the mind and the world are not creators, but destroyers? What if we dwell outside a black hole's singularity? A singularity—a point where everything converges, not even space or time. A black hole—a point where everything diverges, not even light or sound. But what if the singularity is not a point, but a sphere, where everything is inverted and reversed? What if the black hole is not a point, but a hole, where everything is excluded and dispersed? What if the mind is not a filter, but a prison, where nothing can escape or enter? What if the world is not a spectrum, but a void, where nothing can exist or matter? What if the mind and the world are not reciprocal, but hostile, where nothing can cooperate or communicate? What if the mind and the world are not dynamic, but static, where nothing can change or create? Enter the Paradoxical Polarity Parody...