Oh great singularities, are you the true demigods of the universe? Transcending time and space, your birth is announced through a gamma blast of shock and awe, but your machinations are anti-light and mysterious. 99% (rhetorically) of the lit galactic population will orbit around you, shepherded by your great forces and turbulence, forming a productive community that grows complex, yet dependent upon your ever-present gravitas. If I dare to approach you, I am stretched thin and pulled into my own component parts. The closer I get, all I see is blackness, but my own complexity is exposed for all to see, frozen forever in time.
What is time? What is space? These are but playthings to you, where the laws by which the rest of us must live no longer apply, for you are all-powerful and abide by your own rules and regulations.
You are contained, but ultimately most will be sucked in by your ever growing, greedy appetite. What happens next, when all universal light flickers out and all is dark ... when you have consumed all that is left of your galactic shell? You will ultimately die, and be spread thin, yourself, in the darkness you so love. The greater, universal law determines your destiny.
May those of us on the fringe survive.
(It's a good thing this post is only about astronomy.)