Not too long ago, I posted a bit about the impossibilities of contemplating oblivion, and offered a suggestion on how to go about trying.
A friend gave me a heads up to this posting on But She’s a Girl’s blog, today.
She quotes from Bill Bryson:

It is natural but wrong to visualize the singularity as a kind of pregnant dot hanging in a dark, boundless void. But there is no space, no darkness. The singularity has no around around it. There is no space for it to occupy, no place for it to be. We can’t even ask how long it has been there—whether it has just lately popped into being, like a good idea, or whether it has been there for ever, quietly awaiting the right moment. Time doesn’t exist. There is no past from it to emerge from.

And she goes on to add, in her own words:

When I try to imagine nothingness, my brain sneaks in some container for the nothingness, or some frame of reference. When I try to insist that it really is nothing—not just an absence of something filling something else, my brain whimpers and tries to hide.

Great post from a great blog. You’ll want to check out her site often.