𓇋 The proton doesn’t mourn. The photon has no memory. And you, you grieving thing, are only pressure and gradient, potential difference, ion exchange, field strength diminishing. Physics merely functions. It ran the numbers. Love was never a conserved quantity. You were the system. Entropy was the law. And the universe, expanding still, did not notice your suffering or slow, not even briefly, for what you called your life. - Norazha Paiman Figured I'd share an excerpt from a poem about entropy, since the topic has been dancing in my head the past few nights 𓇋
Kult: +27
Kull: +15
Total: 42
Ratio: 1.80