Winter Rain

The world wheels & wastes our days. One year carries corruption into the next.  The trunk grows bent & tired; the cricket stiffens; heart congested, a fallen bear slaps at the starry deep; the cankered oak creaks beneath a leafless crown; and one day our very Sun shall belch & fume & distend with ill humour.

The Arrow of Time.

The Arrow of Time is a trope of the temporal asymmetry of a closed system, that once begun in a state of low entropy*, evolves, and by Spontaneity, condemns the common interest to a relentless & irreversible eroding of purpose.  High entropy is the enfeebling of all memory & ancestral instruction. Perfect entropy is the stillness that descend upon a devastation that shrouds the ruin of God (but only if that God was fruitful---was a God of love & issue).

It must be said that Spontaneity never compels abundant entropy to cohere the rotting carcass, or raise the dead from their graves.

Such time-asymmetric systems seem to include our universe, for as legend goes we began with a hot flush of mattered birth expelled from a yet-to-be explained womb of stellar fertility. Mass & energy quickly gathered into an alliance of dark matters & ignited galaxies.

As these aboriginal universes cohered into the distinct tribes we recognize as Spiral, Elliptical & the Misshapen, they are, we have learned, refugees from an earlier, more communicative confederacy. It now appears  each is being whipped & driven away from its native ground--- harried along in an ever-expanding, ever-darkening, empty universe. The curse that clings to each as they slouch toward a vast waste of endless space & black exile? The Arrow of Time.

But wait, Life is a thermodynamically open system! Though adherents live & die, the adhering flourishes (forever?)! Influence is like the air we lung. All of our antecedent universe instructs, cajoles, preaches, inspires & speculates. It loves this wilderness of breeding---of birds dancing in leaves; of the great heron in the rush, its lover in the reeds; of the flower & the feeding bee; of the symbiont lichen to the symbiont tree clinging; of the fungal spores' blessed ubiquity!

God is fruitful, the fuse of permanence in this ceaseless issuing. The presupposition to every vivid presence. The rot & corruption that confirms its passing. The waste that wields future worlds. The beauty that inspires the genius of cell resourcefulness.  Of every type of cellular thriving that has, in a provocative solidarity, brane this planet.

God is of the dead that inform our way. 

Of Spontaneity & the Arrow of Time  conspiring to purge old endeavors for new engenderings.

Surely the imperatives of the Second Law do not reason a weariness of Life to infect & disease? 

Perhaps there is an unexplained aim to entropy; an insight that may reveal disorder to be like fluvial erosion. A mode of  ablative nourishment.  A flow engorged with seed-potential---to pioneer new primordia, to germinate upon new lands born from (yet-to-be-explained) womb-like seas of stellar fertility?

*entropy is a measure of "disorder": the higher the entropy, the greater the disorder. The above is an assertion of all license. For a more "formal" treatment see Penrose