Certainty

If I am a mirror, and the mirror is you, then we are one. It sounds romantic. But logically… it is horrific.

In a cemetery in Vienna, an equation about entropy is carved onto Ludwig Boltzmann’s tombstone. If our identity is a system, this equation explains why we need the space to be ‘messy’ in order to keep evolving.

I once wrote in a caption that I am “more often confused than knowing.” And right now, as it happens, I’m genuinely confused about what to write for my first post. My imaginary friend gave me a suggestion. (He’s actually just me, talkin’ to myself). “Just write about certainty.” Alright then. Let’s talk about certainty… or the lack thereof. What is actually certain in this universe? I’d probably answer that question with a faint smirk and say, ...