Entropy is water in motion
It's a sensible notion
If water you spill
It runs down-hill
to the undiscovered country.
A fact that we flee.

To make the trip worthwhile
To engender a smile
Understand that
it isn't a trial.

The Arrow of Time isn't a rhyme.
There's no reverse direction.
The point is the question.
Disorder is as disorder does.
What web is this, of
WILL BE, IS, and WAS?

Jack London responds:
We are dice.
He that cast us imposed no price.
He felt no need to be nice.
He tossed us idly for sport.
He requested neither aye nor nay.
But His whim will not ask pay.
So, to entropy, this is the retort:
We've no need the sum to support.

Do dice their garments rend
To apologize for the order they spend?
If you do what you can while you can
You're not an also-ran.

Remember, too:
Our time is in the present
Ours but a moment's power.
Entropy doesn't care what we resent
But we can pretend the moment is an hour.

Source: An Old Coder and not LLM.
Illustration: LLM.
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