This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

At the gate

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There is no arc to the universe.

In space molecules stretch out too far.

They are alone.

The universe is cold and indifferent.

If anything it arcs toward chaos.

It is great gaping maw of entropy.

This is just physics.

Free energy rules the world

dG= dH- TdS

Civilization has to fight agaisnt the chaos.

Our constant job is to fight against the pull.

Violence in the pull

Hate the pull.

But now the vandals are at the gate.

The irony of how they see themselves.

They see themselves as liberators.

They are salivating to tear down the things we built.

The things we guard.

The things we made against the chaos,

The things that are precious to me.

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