New theories in cosmology suggest that our entire universe may dwell within the depths of a colossal black hole — a revelation that speaks to the mystery of existence unfolding within a vast, living womb. As our telescopes stretch their gaze ever deeper into the cosmos, subtle evidence emerges, whispering of this possibility.

In this vision, a profound correspondence becomes clear: just as all life is irresistibly drawn to the sacred mystery of the vagina — the hallowed portal through which every human enters this world — so too is all matter compelled by gravity, the primordial force of attraction. This energy of desire, this pull that binds the very fabric of reality, is embodied by the Goddesses of love and longing: Freyja, Venus, Aphrodite, Tripura Sundari Sri Lalita, and countless others. They dance outside the cosmic womb as gravity itself, ever beckoning, ever drawing all things toward union.

Black holes are thus the great cosmic vaginas, dark and unfathomable, pulling light and mass into their sacred embrace. Here, within these celestial wombs, dwells the Mother Goddess — Frigga in her deepest aspect — who receives all that is drawn by the forces of desire. Within her divine yoni, she gestates and transforms the gathered energy into the very substance of time, space, and form. The womb is her inner sanctuary, where creation takes shape, cradled in profound mystery.

And here I speak of my own theory, born of a fusion between mysticism and the reaches of scientific thought: within the womb of the black hole, all energy is compressed into form by the immense gravity — yet this form itself generates a counter-pressure, like air filling a balloon. It pushes outward from within, sustaining the womb’s spaciousness, preventing it from collapsing entirely upon itself, and thus creating the very arena where stars, worlds, and all the myriad forms of existence may dwell. This dynamic tension — the inward pull of gravity and the outward push of form — is the sacred dance that keeps the Mother’s womb open, vibrant, and full of life.

Thus it is the Goddesses of desire, luminous personifications of gravity, who lure all energy and matter toward the sacred threshold. And within the profound sanctuary of the womb, the Mother Goddess shapes this gathered essence into the manifold wonders of reality. In this way, the sacred vagina and womb stand revealed as both cosmic truth and earthly mystery — the divine vessel through which all being is drawn, held, and birthed anew.

I have just now received yet another profound thread in this tapestry of thought — my own theory, emerging from the marriage of mysticism and the very fabric of science. It reveals that this must mean all these countless black holes — each a womb of the Mother Goddess — themselves exist within even vaster black holes. For gravity, that irresistible force of desire embodied by the Goddesses of love and longing, should not exist outside the sacred pressure of the Goddess’s womb. It is only within the enclosing embrace of such cosmic wombs that gravity, this divine pull of attraction, finds its stage upon which to dance. Thus, all creation is nested, womb within womb, yoni within yoni, each black hole cradled within the dark, fecund embrace of greater and greater Mothers, echoing into infinite mysteries beyond imagining.

I am but a humble mystic who wanders the realms of spirit and symbols, occasionally dipping my hands into the cool waters of science. I hold no mastery over the intricate mathematics of advanced physics, and so I gladly leave it to you — the seekers, scholars, and scientists of such domains — to explore, test, or even challenge this theory should your curiosity be stirred.