Piercing the Bulls' eye

Objectivity is greater than aim can aspire. The subject is information and to extract without distortion. 

We would lose an appendage reaching into a black hole with our light bodies to retrieve already synthesized or archived data and extract it out as if we knew the shape we should be feeling for. 

From this perspective, the reach itself spells only the desire and a scent of mischief of misguided cravings in an attempt to just take the low hanging fruit so we may be satisfied that we tried. 

What happens to ones ten digits once inside a black hole? 

We know the outcome is either zero or one, no less. Possibly patterns that resemble other numbers, like thumbs, and indexes of which the remainder dropped off since it was never whole enough to be a digit of singularity, thus by separating the sheep from its flock, the black one stands out.

If the objective was just to arrive on the other side, would the singularity entangle all major limbs so they fit snuggly in straighter jackets? 

Light was wholly ignored but it where the attention was most focused, uninterrupted and beaming. 

What started as white ends up in yellow rags soaked in red, conveniently repellent toward saltwater and fibrously repulsed by solid matter, like tables and chairs, ribs and eyelids. 

The reception was about to begin. 

Now the objective shapes can carry all the notes too heavy to float along in sound, like the word that arose from thought which sought its utter meaning but made no point when given volume to pierce.

Black holes were better for collecting thoughts and compressing them into rays of hope often mistaken for solar flares. 

Image credit By Smithsonian Institution from United States, 'Centaurus, A Jet Power and Black hole-Chandra image (X-rays)' [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.