Me and Mr Palomar and the Black Hole

On my way home from the gym I suddenly found myself stuck in the impossibly deep gravity well of a small black hole in the middle of my path; no matter how much I willed myself to move, my body remained locked into a continuous acceleration into the black hole that felt strangely like perfect stillness, and I was apparently invisible to all passers-by, which upon reflection made sense, for they were outside the event horizon, and as no information can escape from an event horizon, it would have been far stranger if they had seen me. Luckily for them, it seemed that the black hole's reach was not great, for no one else fell into its maw, and so I remained utterly alone, for how long I don't know. It felt like a long time, and given how black holes warp spacetime, I must have remained trapped for a very long time indeed. Eventually, I felt a tap on my shoulder, which was odd given the circumstances, but as I couldn't turn my head I had to wait for my company to wander into my field of vision, and so it was only as he stepped forward from my periphery to examine the singularity into which I was falling that I recognized my imaginary friend Mr Palomar. "You've gotten yourself into quite the predicament, I see," he said without taking his eyes from the singularity, into which he was peering as if into deep water in search of some elusive leviathan or some reflected truth. As forced stillness wrapped my whole body, I could not respond. "Or rather," he continued finally turning to face me, "It seems you've put yourself into a predicament you created. You see, this singularity is the manifestation of the paradox you were thinking over just before you ended up here. Let's see, if I've read this right, it was something along the lines of 'To live one must first be ready to die; but if one is ready to die, then what is the point of living?' Well well, I've always said there are very real dangers associated with abstract thought, though I can't honestly say I ever imagined anything quite like this. The good news is that I think I know how you can get out of here. It's simple. You just need to resolve the paradox. Then the singularity will vanish and you'll be free." After some uncountable duration I must have arrived at some solution, for the singularity did eventually dissipate, but the time between when it began to dissolve and when I was free was so great that I can't for the life of me remember the solution I must have found.