Life is Messy


 

 The laws of thermodynamics tell us that heat energy always flows spontaneously from regions of higher temperature to regions of lower temperatures and, in so doing, reduces order in the original system.

 

Hence, the study of entropy reveals the natural tendency of the universe to favor random disorder over concentrated order.

 

In other words, life is messy!!!!

 

To live is to leave a trail of disorder while navigating the disorderly trails of everyone and everything else.  


Yet, how many people do you know who cannot tolerate disorder?  They are the same ones who cannot tolerate unpredictability or unknowns:  who obsess over the superficial maintenance of an outwardly tidy appearance.  

 

I know a few....you probably do too.  

 

Actually, I kind of feel sorry for those people because, as the laws of physics tell us, the quest for tidy predictability and order are ultimately hopeless.

 

I was at an antiques festival on Saturday when an acquaintance asked me if I did not miss V's.  She was referring to a shee shee and, in my opinion, over priced decorator who closed shop in Oak Ridge.  

"No," I replied, "not a bit."

 "Why not?"  she asked.  

"Because I don't aspire to live in a magazine."  

 

However, I know a couple who does.  To me, their tidy ranch house looks frozen in amber and the man and woman (haughty in demeanaor) appear fossilized.

  My husband caustically refers to their house as 'the merry tomb.' 

 

But a scribbler can never tell where or when inspiration will strike, and as I passed their house the other day, this little rhyme popped into my disorderly brain as I pondered the effects of the laws of physics on human behavior.

 

 It's not much of a poem really, just a ditty.  I give it to you now.  

 

Priority Manor

Sits frozen in amber

Tidily crystallized

 

A lifeless reflection

Of haughty perfection

Insects suspended inside

 

Corpses in gold, fossilized

 

Be well and good luck,

Martha Maria

copyright 2012


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