The singularity is the point at the center of a black hole, in which the gravity of a collapsing star has grown so strong that not even light can escape; we don't know what happens then, or there. The singularity is the moment when robots awake to consciousness, and the world changes forever; we can't look and see what that will be like. The singularity is the location of change, of dying, of the end of everything; a door in the mind; the space between five stars. The singularity is the Maelstrom, that goes around and around. In fact, if the singularity does have infinite density, you can't even think near it: the singularity is a cloud of unknowing. Change feels like dying because it is: you can't know what's on the other side of the door until you walk through, and everything is burnt off. The singularity represents a location in spacetime in which general relativity is turned on its head, and spacetime stops meaning anything at all. All of these things are true.
None of these things are true. You can't imagine a black hole changing over time, because time doesn't mean what you think it means anymore. And neither does space. The breakdown of general relativity means that you've reached the edge of space, and time; the singularity becomes a place marker for where our physical universe ends, and can more easily be understood as an event, rather than an object. The singularity is a moment in time, and what we're really looking at are the processes occurring in the matter nearby.
Where the Hybrid lives, it's everyplace and noplace. eutopia. In the middle of the Maelstrom, you're everywhere and nevermind; we're all of us every age we're ever been, somewhere in there. You'd be surprised sometimes who gets the talking stick. In the singularity, time and space spread out like a chessboard and you can see it all happening, how it fits together, who painted the sky. The way the world ends; who its author may be.
"The title means exactly what the words say: naked lunch, a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork."
A galaxy. A bird flapping against the sky, caught behind glass. A planet, blue and white. Day breaking. The rush of rain, like tears. The surface, the oceans, the harbor of Caprica City, Before the Fall. It is beautiful. Irulan wasn't fucking around when she said beginnings are hard. I've never loved anything as much as I love this and I don't know how to do it, so I will begin like this, just so: William Adama is retiring his Battlestar.