Friday, January 25, 2008
Life is a disease with a dreadful prognosis - 100% mortality rate.
Not many people can accept this fact, the fact that the human body, despite all of its perfections has a major flaw. The human body is a system with a built in prospensity to disaster, with reference to the second law of thermodynamics:
The entropy of an isolated system not in equilibrium will tend to increase over time, approaching a maximum value at equilibrium.
No matter how perfect the human body is and how it can defy this law at first by being increasingly organised (compartmentalization) which leads to less 'chaos', ultimately, it will succumb to it.
But if life doesn't end this way, if life meant immortality, would there be meaning for it? Because all deaths, however late, will be equidistant from immortality. Because of its fragility, its ease of loss, people cherish it, people treasure it. We find aim in our life, we go to every extent to realise our dreams, to fulfil our ambitions. Even some Chinese emporer went in search of the elixer of life and came up with gunpowder instead. Sir Edmund Hillary scaled the world's peak not for fame but for realising his dreams.
If life ain't short, we would not be motivated, because we have all the time to do what we need to, to do what we want to, and we can do these time and time again until we get so sick of it. Just like in a communist society, people won't work if his labours does not directly translates into what he gets, lazy people benefit from his hard work.
And because life's short, we want to make the fullest out of it.
Because life's short, it has value.
stalin rules
9:17 PM
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