Characters:
Professor Quillibrace
Mr Blottisham
Miss Elowen Stray
Blottisham:
Now surely we have reached the real monsters. Singularities. Event horizons. Points of infinite density. Reality tearing itself apart.
Quillibrace:
No monsters. Only impatience.
Elowen Stray:
Impatience with what?
Quillibrace:
With the limits of a construal that has already done all the work it can.
Blottisham:
But the equations diverge! Infinities appear! That must mean something has gone terribly wrong in the universe.
Quillibrace:
It means something has gone wrong in your insistence on continuing to ask the same kind of question.
Elowen Stray:
So a singularity isn’t a thing at all?
Quillibrace:
Correct. It is a signal.
Blottisham:
A signal of what? Cosmic disaster?
Quillibrace:
Of ontological overreach.
Elowen Stray:
You mean we’ve pushed a model past the conditions that make it intelligible?
Quillibrace:
Exactly.
Blottisham:
But surely something is there. At the centre of a black hole. At the beginning of time.
Quillibrace:
That “surely” is doing an enormous amount of unjustified work.
Elowen Stray:
So when physics speaks of infinite curvature…
Quillibrace:
…it is not describing an extreme object, but announcing the collapse of a geometric fiction.
Blottisham:
That feels like evasion.
Quillibrace:
It feels like that only if you mistake models for mirrors.
Elowen Stray:
And event horizons? The point of no return?
Quillibrace:
Not points. Relations.
Blottisham:
Relations that trap things forever!
Quillibrace:
Relations that mark the limits of what can be coherently described from a given standpoint.
Elowen Stray:
So a horizon isn’t a wall in space…
Quillibrace:
…it is a boundary in intelligibility.
Blottisham:
Then nothing special happens at the horizon?
Quillibrace:
Nothing ontological. Only a transition in what distinctions can be maintained.
Elowen Stray:
So falling through a horizon isn’t entering a new region of reality…
Quillibrace:
…it is leaving behind a way of speaking that presupposed continuity beyond its reach.
Blottisham:
I find this profoundly unsatisfying. I wanted drama.
Quillibrace:
Reality is under no obligation to entertain you.
Elowen Stray:
So singularities and horizons are not edges of the universe…
Quillibrace:
…but edges of a construal that mistook its own success for universality.
Blottisham:
Then the universe never breaks?
Quillibrace:
No. Only our insistence that it behave like an object.
Elowen Stray:
And once we see them as limits…
Quillibrace:
…the infinities evaporate, and the panic with them.
Blottisham:
You’ve taken away the abyss.
Quillibrace:
I’ve taken away the category error that created it.
(A long pause. Blottisham looks disappointed but calmer. Elowen looks almost relieved, as if a great pressure has quietly lifted.)
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