Everything falls apart.
Me.
You.
This pen
and this laptop
will crash
and dump files
into the void.
The Universe is entropy
and chaos,
and in some
strange twist
of cosmic humor,
it seems to me
that the only balancing force,
is us.
Small, brief beings.
Who are we to defy
the natural decay of energy?
Who are we to see nature
and seek to refine it
into some new thing?
What is it that drives us
to deconstruct the atom,
as if it has been bred in us
to ferret out
the ingredients of Creation?
Build and destroy.
Build and destroy.
Distant echoes
of star collapsing holocausts
and swirling masses and energy.
Breakthrough ideas
find genesis
within the mystery system
that has been placed in our heads.
Connections made
at a quantum level
to calculate
the destruction
and creation
of distant stars,
but still
unable
to decode the mystery
of our own existence.
The miracle of life.
The more we observe it,
the more beautiful and intricate
it becomes.
Variable ad infinitum,
no end to the quest
to populate,
and specialize,
and thrive.
Nature is a tide pool,
and a gas giant.
The radiation
and dark matter
of deep space’s
most insane enigmas,
are as much nature
as the deep undergrowth
of the forests
of the Amazon jungle.
Mystery on mystery.
Wonder on wonder.
What fate would place
the eyes and minds
to behold it all,
and the hands to change it
all on a small, blue rock
in a backwater galaxy?
It seems almost foolish
to decide
it is accidental,
but even our greatest minds
have not conceived
of the rationale
behind it.
We decay,
just like the universe,
just as we seek
to solve
the riddle of our demise.
Entropy and chaos.
The vast forces
that form and dissect
the nearly unfathomable vastness
of all things,
somehow become
the work
of a species
that just happened
to be around
to notice.
HG – 2022
