There is a theory in physics.
A theory of space, time, and the big bang.
At the heart of the theory lies a postulation: the universe moves forward through time with a tendency to move towards disorder. The ultimate chaos.
What this would mean then is that if we turned time backwards and rewinded billions of years we would observe the universe heading towards the perfect order. A point in time when all disorder was nonexistent. A point in time where order was the only reality. All the way back to the time of the dense singularity.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re asking yourself why any of this matters at all. Why on earth would I believe you to be interested in some highly obscure theory of physics that hardly has a bit of evidence to it? For your patience I will reward you with what you might call a “point”. A method to the madness. An omega to a sketchy alpha.

Lets believe for a moment that man is not a random occurrence in the universe. Believe for a moment that as a part of the universe we hold some truths about the universe we’ve spent centuries trying to demystify. Believe for a second that we are somehow a reflection of the universe’s true nature.

At birth we are the pinnacle of innocence. We know nothing but have all our pieces in all the right places. We represent an image of order that we will never come to rival ever again… we begin to age. We get scars on our bodies and we scar others. We come to know pain and we come to cause pain. We wage wars and find ourselves in consecutive states of disorder bordering, but hardly ever reaching, chaos. That is what we are. That is the force behind it all.

Hold this in mind just a while longer while I stretch towards the point of this all and our place in it. In this moment I find myself in a disorder I’ve never known and don’t quite understand. I look about me and so many pieces seem to be out of place. But if it is the tendency of the universe to hurdle endlessly towards discord, and if man bears any resemblance to the universe and if I am a man in any respect, then I would assume my discord brings me closer to you. Being in such a state as I’ve never known must mean I’m that much closer to finding you than I have ever been. Perhaps you are the ultimate discord I will ever encounter. Perhaps you are my entropy. And if even for a moment any of this can take hold in my mind as something undoubtedly true, then I believe it is worth taking the time to appreciate that as disorderly as the universe is, it is not lacking in beauty. We look to the stars, enchanted in earnest. We write stories and create fables and legends around them. We create gods and give them a home among the stars and dream of someday joining them there. We live in hopes of becoming part of the chaos… and if our chaos is anything like this, then you must be one hell of a woman.. and I. I must be on my way to becoming one hell of a man.