Endlessly, endlessly tired he felt. It seemed like the pounding blows of reality were leaving its marks: they clearly had inflicted some scars in him. The powering sun was shining on his face. Wiesek was tired. It came to him that all the hard work he had been doing was to be taken back to the big vast reservoir of disarray. The traces reality had left in him, the scars that shaped him, no... the scars that made him... were to be seized, captured for the last time and dispersed back into the very world that initially had placed them in him. Wiesek smelled the air. Fresh, maybe a little salty. The interplay between the forest and the sea really stood out in this particular breath of air. Even in this particular Wiesek. Not long from now and Wiesek would complete his metamorphosis. Everything would come together once more, and he was incredibly calm and relaxed. A cloud appeared in the sky.
"How are you doing?", asked a voice close by. It was Guan, or Don Guan as he liked to call himself. Creeping up to creatures was his specialty. There was no harm in him whats however though, which made his ability as redundant as tracer on a fruit-fly. His appearance wasn't particularly well composed either. The air of invincibility Don always carried with him completed the picture. His ignorance of reality around him was the cherry on the, rather ugly and smelly, cake if you like. It couldn't fit any better. "Allright, how about yourself?", Wiesek replied. "Not bad, I am just a bit bored." Irritation immediately boiled up, sparked by this ridiculous start of small talk. "So you want me to entertain you, little prat?", Wiesek thought. Determined not to show any of his annoyance, he just coined the thoughts he was having into the dull conversation. "I was thinking about the world around us. What is it made of?" "Oh, thats easy: plants, sky, water, etcetera... oh and us." "No Don, I meant, what is the most basic building block of which everything around us is constructed?" Don thought for a while. Even he realized that these things did not constitute fundamental building blocks. "Atoms?", he guessed. Not a bad guess, especially for someone who never thought of this question before. "Arguably, I'll put it under the denominator energy. But I thought actually there is something more fundamental than that. The world around us is driven by a type of dispersion. Everything always has the tendency to disperse. Two gases for example mix, filth builds up on the streets and vines always entangle. The order that exists, will, as time proceeds, always decrease. It is this increase in disorder that drives all processes. Chaos is the natural state of the universe, of reality." "But what if I untangle the vines, the order increases again right?", Don said. "That is a very valid point", Wiesek replied. Maybe ignorant Don wasn't so ignorant after all. He might look like a cockroach, but that doesn't mean he behaves as one. Wiesek moved one of his legs. "All life around us seems to construct order. Plants around us grow stems and leaves form randomized substances in the soil. But there is a crucial thing missing here. In doing this all life uses a disordered type of energy and moves it into a disordered type, also called heat. For example in cleaning the street you burn some of your preciously acquired food. Plants on the other hand turn organized rays of sunlight into heat. The newly obtained order is a mere byproduct of the increased disorder around. Even though life seems to create order, it merely does so by generating more disorder. It does so endlessly, endlessly and tirelessly as the powers that govern its destruction are also the powers that motivate its creation: the only thing that ever happens is the destruction of order." Don looked bored again. Probably drifted off, considering more important things of what to eat tonight. Wiesek could only agree, but wanted to finish his point. "And thus it seems that the true building blocks are order and disorder. All processes can be understood in these terms. This is the driving force, the true spirit of nature." Wiesek looked at Don. He stared in this distance, no wonder he was always bored. His complexion showed little emotion, but to be fair his true form never really allowed him otherwise. "The true state of the universe is complete disorder or chaos. Why it is not yet so I don't know. And why all this random stuff, like you and me, is here, I still owe you an answer to. And then I still haven't touched on the subject why after disorder takes over us your carcass will be rotting away whereas mine will turn into a butterfly." Don seemed to have woken up by this last sentence and a little bit perplexed maybe. Wiesek however was just tired, endlessly tired.
"How are you doing?", asked a voice close by. It was Guan, or Don Guan as he liked to call himself. Creeping up to creatures was his specialty. There was no harm in him whats however though, which made his ability as redundant as tracer on a fruit-fly. His appearance wasn't particularly well composed either. The air of invincibility Don always carried with him completed the picture. His ignorance of reality around him was the cherry on the, rather ugly and smelly, cake if you like. It couldn't fit any better. "Allright, how about yourself?", Wiesek replied. "Not bad, I am just a bit bored." Irritation immediately boiled up, sparked by this ridiculous start of small talk. "So you want me to entertain you, little prat?", Wiesek thought. Determined not to show any of his annoyance, he just coined the thoughts he was having into the dull conversation. "I was thinking about the world around us. What is it made of?" "Oh, thats easy: plants, sky, water, etcetera... oh and us." "No Don, I meant, what is the most basic building block of which everything around us is constructed?" Don thought for a while. Even he realized that these things did not constitute fundamental building blocks. "Atoms?", he guessed. Not a bad guess, especially for someone who never thought of this question before. "Arguably, I'll put it under the denominator energy. But I thought actually there is something more fundamental than that. The world around us is driven by a type of dispersion. Everything always has the tendency to disperse. Two gases for example mix, filth builds up on the streets and vines always entangle. The order that exists, will, as time proceeds, always decrease. It is this increase in disorder that drives all processes. Chaos is the natural state of the universe, of reality." "But what if I untangle the vines, the order increases again right?", Don said. "That is a very valid point", Wiesek replied. Maybe ignorant Don wasn't so ignorant after all. He might look like a cockroach, but that doesn't mean he behaves as one. Wiesek moved one of his legs. "All life around us seems to construct order. Plants around us grow stems and leaves form randomized substances in the soil. But there is a crucial thing missing here. In doing this all life uses a disordered type of energy and moves it into a disordered type, also called heat. For example in cleaning the street you burn some of your preciously acquired food. Plants on the other hand turn organized rays of sunlight into heat. The newly obtained order is a mere byproduct of the increased disorder around. Even though life seems to create order, it merely does so by generating more disorder. It does so endlessly, endlessly and tirelessly as the powers that govern its destruction are also the powers that motivate its creation: the only thing that ever happens is the destruction of order." Don looked bored again. Probably drifted off, considering more important things of what to eat tonight. Wiesek could only agree, but wanted to finish his point. "And thus it seems that the true building blocks are order and disorder. All processes can be understood in these terms. This is the driving force, the true spirit of nature." Wiesek looked at Don. He stared in this distance, no wonder he was always bored. His complexion showed little emotion, but to be fair his true form never really allowed him otherwise. "The true state of the universe is complete disorder or chaos. Why it is not yet so I don't know. And why all this random stuff, like you and me, is here, I still owe you an answer to. And then I still haven't touched on the subject why after disorder takes over us your carcass will be rotting away whereas mine will turn into a butterfly." Don seemed to have woken up by this last sentence and a little bit perplexed maybe. Wiesek however was just tired, endlessly tired.
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nice einde
buildingblocks or builders?
more disorder due to ordering? how do you measure?
zo'n verhaaltje schrijven is echt vet!
alleen ik moet nog iets meer schaven en een duidelijke hoofdgedachte uitzetten met een ander soort onderbouwng dan slechts een argument. Dat kost alleen wel echt fucking veel tijd! Maar is echt vet!
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