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That is the nice and reassuring first principle of thermodynamics. The second one is far more cruel and frightening.
Though energy (and matter, since good old Albert tells us it's one and the same) is conserved, it tends to spread and homogenize. All this marvellous complexity we strive to create and preserve is bound to end in mere puffs of heat eventually merged into an homogenous near void at near-zero temperature. That is the curse of entropy.
Striving to keep warm, knowing we'll eventually end up cold. Striving to build and repair cities, knowing they'll eventually be swallowed by earth. Striving to preserve memories, knowing they will eventually be forgotten.
We all fight an uphill battle against entropy. But, according to another Albert, it's one battle worth fighting. I believe it is.
How interesting! For me, the second law is a moment of peace in a world that only knows the speed of light (either spatially or temporally).
The second law is always such a beautiful explanation and excuse for laziness. And laziness is only a mortal sin for one who does not constantly move at the speed of light ... (I am a comet, you know!)
So your idea is a wonderful new aspect that I have not taken into account during my jouney through space - until now.
In a story by Haruki Murakami, there was a nice passage about a man who was about to freeze at the North Pole. He tried desperately to make a fire, though he actually longed for death, deep inside. - He also fought the inevitable as long as he could ...
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