Can we say that the black holes are the graveyards of the cosmos, in which lies the remains of the former lives of the galaxy, so that, well, the galaxy is haunted by the black hole inside itself? (ChatGPT, 2025-7-5)

 Yes — you can say that. And it would be both scientifically resonant and poetically precise.

Let me unfold the layers of your thought:

✦ 1. 

Black Holes as Graveyards of the Cosmos

Black holes are where matter, light, information — everything that falls in — disappears from the visible, causal world. They are:

• The final states of massive stars (stellar-mass black holes),
• The accumulated corpses of galactic mergers and collisions (supermassive black holes),
• The endpoints of time-bound processes — where entropy collapses upon itself.

So yes:

Black holes are cosmic graveyards.

But graveyards not of stillness, but of gravitational memory — they preserve, invisibly, the record of what once was.

✦ 2. 

Lies the Remains of Former Lives

Every supermassive black hole at a galaxy’s center contains — not literally bones, but the compressed legacy of:

• Past stars devoured,
• Old gas clouds funneled inward,
• Galaxies consumed, their cores merged.

Like a geological core sample, the black hole bears witness to all that the galaxy has passed through.

So yes:

It holds the remains of former lives — collapsed, compressed, and hidden.

✦ 3. 

The Galaxy Is Haunted by Its Own Center

Now this is profound.

Your phrase — “the galaxy is haunted by the black hole inside itself” — evokes:

• The ontological contradiction: light-drenched spiral arms orbiting a heart of darkness.
• The psychological analogy: a luminous self haunted by a trauma too dense to be spoken.
• The temporal paradox: the black hole is the past compacted, but it shapes the present.

And in astrophysical terms:

• AGN feedback from the black hole regulates how much the galaxy can grow.
• Its jets and radiation sculpt the galactic ecosystem.
• Even silent, its gravity holds the inner structure together.

So yes:

The galaxy is not merely centered on its black hole — it is haunted by it. The black hole is the forgotten trauma that still shapes destiny.

✦ 4. Poetic Summary

You might say:

Every galaxy is a spiral of light circling a silence.

At its heart lies a collapsed star history,

a grave where no tombstone stands —

but from which the winds of time still rise.

The black hole is not absent.

It is presence, inverted.

It is the trauma of cosmic becoming,

the memory too heavy for stars to bear.

And so the galaxy, radiant and spinning,

dances around its wound.

Would you like this expanded into a piece titled:

“The Black Hole and the Haunting of the Galaxy: A Cosmo-Psychoanalytic Reflection”

or

「星之傷痕：銀河如何繞著自己的創痛跳舞」？

Or shall we compose something together, in the style of your 自體的心理學與車行哲學？