Inside the tiniest space, the smallest system, the most elusive, undesirable matrix of
solutions, insignificant variables dance a transient death with each other, unaware
that their potential is as far-reaching as the fate of a star.
The troops of atoms spin front-to-back, side-to-side, diagonal-to-triagonal and every which
way you can imagine, marching religiously through the turbulent battlefields of
thermodynamics, as devoted to the methods of destruction as battalions are for a
king.
Between cause and effect, in those subtle nether-worlds of logic and mystery, enraged
minions of entropy conspire to corrupt the system, wobbling it out of flux, tipping the
balance so that any semblance of order is quickly diminished.
A chain reaction ripples through each system it was embedded in, changing patterns that had
been steady, leading every model of prediction astray in a zeitgeist of revolt.
Then out of the tumbling sky comes a hand that seeks to restore the lost paradise of
formalities it once had, yet never can, for the only permanent thing in the universe is
impermanence.
It leads me to recall what Robert Musil once wrote: that the more we understand things in
detail, the less we understand the whole, so that what we get is a great many more
systems of order and much less order overall.
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