I do not believe in entropy. I do not believe that all things tend toward an end. Now I know that physics tells us that all things tend towards entropy, but I am not buying it. For starters, I was always told that both energy and matter cannot be created, or destroyed. What is there is there, even if it’s in a different shape. For instance, if I take a house, and knock it down, I have destroyed the house. The concept of the house may be gone, but the material, the matter that made up the house is there; it just has a new form now, that being rubble. I have destroyed nothing that is tangible. Even if I burned the house to the ground, I have simple changed the matter that made the house. Energy would be generated by a chemical reaction called pyrolysis (wood doesn’t actually burn), but according to my admittedly meager understanding of chemistry, energy and matter can be converted into each other; nothing is really created, its just changed. Everything changes, but nothing is truly gone. If things could truly come to an end, why haven’t they? After billions of years, stars still burn, and we are still here. Sure, some have burned out, but others took their place. If entropy was the goal, why are new things standing up to replace the old? Also, if there is a true end, where is the real beginning? Yes, there was the big bang that kicked off the formation of the universe, as we know it, but something had to be here to start the process. Something existed. What that something is, don’t know, and don’t really care. Something was there.
Now, again, I will be the first to admit I am not a hard science person. There are a good many things I don’t get, and really, I don’t care to understand. What does interest me is whether there is a point to all this. Why are we here, and does all the pain and suffering serve a purpose? I think that honestly, it doesn’t. I don’t know what are purpose is, if indeed we have one. Some see this as a depressing thing; I see it as a comfort. If we have no purpose, then we cannot fail. We can live and die how we choose, and really, it won’t matter. Our world, our universe has no real end, and no real beginning. We are made of the same stuff as the earth, the trees, and the stars. When we die, we will, decay, and live will feed on our bodies. A cycle will continue, just as the Earth will orbit the Sun, and the galaxy will spin, forever. Well, the Sun will burn out one day, but the heat and light from it will go on for decades, if not forever, until it hits something, and gives that something its energy. I find comfort in all this; part of me as has been, and part of me always will be. My body may die but constitutes it will carry on, in one form or the other, forever.
