And yes, there are black holes * This is not tragedy. It is topology.

There was a time when intellectual life was imagined as a polite dinner party. Ideas circulated gently. Voices were equal. Arguments were exchanged like cutlery. No one mentioned mass. No one mentioned gravitational collapse. Then someone checked the citation data and discovered a galaxy. It turns out the field does not resemble a dining table. It resembles a cluster. A dense, uneven, asymmetrical constellation of operators generating a measurable gravitational field. The polite fiction of horizontality evaporates under pressure. Density accumulates. Gradients form. Trajectories bend. The cosmos was already there; we simply lacked a telescope. Socioplastics, in its gravitational calibration, does not invent this galaxy. It switches on the electromagnetic spectrum and reveals what inertia had been concealing. When citation mass exceeds a certain threshold, ideas stop floating and begin orbiting. The illusion of frictionless exchange collapses. There is torsion. There is traction. There is compression.