Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Entropy

Carlos described this great raven
She has many names
Will get you too
How the math works out

We can solve things not make them true
Multiply both sides by zero
A solution
With no meaning

Information has no paradox
Only their theories contain then
How they use words
Pretend to understand the world

Easily there are more galaxies we can see than grains of sand on the earth
I find this reassuring
There is plenty of them
And they contain everything else

We have local problems probably fatal ones
How many galaxies do we not see
What do you call a universe
More than we see first principle

I don't imagine empathy is a gift
You should be tuned in
You obviously don't have to be
There is a reason meeting people can feel so important

We create new universes with every possibility
I like to smile as I muse which one I'll live in
I don't seem to have control or maybe I do
Universes are large

We collect connections and become entangled
Room for all this baggage
People complain
In truth they aren't heavy

Those electrons aren't slowed or gain weight in the process
They deal
How we really don't know
A few ideas for a few dollars billion to test

The universe is hard but there is plenty
Time this now we have
A question then of ego
Really to say what that word means to you

We only imagine paradox
You can be connected and have
While you are essentially without attachment
Electrons show us the way

Elections show us decay
Entropy is how the math works out
Like a tax that can only be figured out locally
It is an edifice a poor approximation

No lack of tools but imagination
I don't see us wearing suits and ties in a better world
But the math mostly seems to say there is no hope
Another poor approximation that reassures me

I feel a poor approximation at times
Imagine that you call that aging
Not a fan of eternal life
Don't believe endothelial the end of the story

We feel a need to think outside
Because we live inside
People put others in chains
People put themselves in luxury

A dark story we have written
Why I think it is not over
Your first principles are who you are
There is more than I see

What stops me
I see many things
Not one very well explained
Everything dies seems to break

They know they are entangled not because they feel it
They are it
Everything everyday everywhere everytime
If I'm wrong I'll be gone

Nothing left
It would not be mine to explain
If I'm right
That would be

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