All parts of your body are moving toward the same spot—the black hole’s center. So while you’re getting ripped apart head to toe, you will also extrude through the fabric of space and time, like toothpaste squeezed through a tube. Read the excerpt from Billy Collins’s “Man Listening to Disc.” This is not bad— ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft calipers of these earphones,