en·tro·py /ˈentrəpē/ noun
1. a thermodynamic quantity representing the unavailability of a system’s thermal energy for conversion into mechanical work, often interpreted as the degree of disorder or randomness in the system.
2. lack of order or predictability; gradual decline into disorder.
Baths are great. You are alone. The water is running. The steam is rising. You submerge yourself, and all the worries, concerns, other necessities are suspended for a time – you can’t do anything else now, the mind is free while the body is caressed by the flowing water. And that is when great ideas come, take a comfortable fireside seat and stay a while, talking themselves into existence, until it is time to towel off and run back into the fray.
The one today is of momentous significance – here goes. There are all these wonderful things that are happening to me and my family, lots of new experiences coming onto me at breakneck speed, fantastic waves crushing, breaking up, and rolling past to be forgotten. It is a tremendous shame to have them roll away now, then try to run after them some years down the road to recover and pin down the experiences. Wait a minute! Caesar manage to write The Conquest of Gaul as he was conquering Gaul. I somehow doubt that he had more time then I do now. He didn’t even have the benefit of time management programs. Granted, he was carried along in a litter long distances with a secretary who could write down his thoughts as he travelled. And yet, I would imagine there were generals coming up to him with all sorts of urgent priorities that needed to be solved right then.
Now then… How am I worse then Caesar? My battles are no less momentous, and the war is a lot more eternal than the conquest of mere Gaul by one ambitious guy. It is the perpetual war of the hand that rocks the cradle on Entropy. It is the timeless war for world domination.
That’s it! I am starting today. Witness the birth of “The Conquest of Entropy” from the foamy waters. Long live baths!