Thermodynamic conversations

The First Law of Thermodynamics;the First Law states that energy cannot be created or destroyed; rather, the amount of energy lost in a steady state process cannot be greater than the amount of energy gained.1

Second law of thermodynamics;In a simple manner, the second law states that "energy systems have a tendency to increase their entropy" rather than decrease it.

In simple terms, the Third Law states that the entropy of a pure substance approaches zero as the absolute temperature approaches zero. This law provides an absolute reference point for the determination of entropy. The entropy determined relative to this point is the absolute entropy.

Entropy is the only quantity in the physical sciences that "picks" a particular direction for time, sometimes called an arrow of time. As we go "forward" in time, the Second Law of Thermodynamics tells us that the entropy of an isolated system can only increase or remain the same; it cannot decrease. Hence, from one perspective, entropy measurement is thought of as a kind of clock.

I love feeling like I do right now! Drunk! Some of my fondest memories are of being drunk and out of control. I had some great times. Or so I'm told. The problem with having so many drunken good nights is that they fade away. Your mind begins to blend time and space. You become a ghost inside your own mind. Your memories lie to you, so you depend on the recollections of others (who were often more fucked-up than you were). The you that you know is not who they saw. But, they must be right/ Your memories are rose tented windows to a time that never existed. You saw rainbows and good times. Trips to the river, and picnics in the park. There were things you recall that no one else seems to remember. What they saw was some asshole barking orders that made no sense, and a monster unleashed. Tossing coffe tables, and ripping down chandeliers. Some where in between is your lost-self, and he ain't ever coming back! So the self-medication continues. I need to smoke more weed. Weed brings out the little guy, who just wants to chill. My frontal lobe is backed up.

Modern day shamans shopping for porn,

The urethral made real

Chocolate pudding water slides,

The evil monkee chides

Viral animations, campaign for false science,

Sleep deprived monks made of iron

The wrong horse to ride,

Shadows play games outside

Violence is not revolution,

But it's a start

Changing within the times,

not changing the times

The mind has no eyes, but one eye

Washed and put away

What else can a poor boy do?


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