“Only entropy comes easy.”

Anton Chekhov

Wood turns to sawdust, ice melts, your coffee gets cold. A star explodes into supernova and then collapses into a black hole. Accelerating rhythm becomes tone and creates harmony before descending into cacophony.

Entropy is the arrow of time, moving us relentlessly from order to disorder. How do we create human moments even as everything devolves around us?

I.

We search for shapes and patterns, arranging moments of sonorous melody before noise takes over.

Brick by brick we build and rebuild even when we know every solid structure will eventually melt away.

II.

Ordering and reordering our thoughts, we drift through a sea of emotional disarray, seeking to understand our existence when change is the only certainty.

III.

Can we can find a way to create meaning in the beautiful mess of our own lived experience?

The forward progress of time is measured in seconds, but it is the moments we create in time that measure our humanity. We are nothing but matter, but in this moment, we matter.