ATP

Ageing is our embodied experience of entropy. In itself, it is neither good nor bad – it just is. The countless ways that things decay or almost wilfully disassemble – they tend on average to be costly and unpleasant experiences but there is a flip side to the story.

This darker anomaly and compound mystery more closely resembles a beautiful catastrophe. A cliff face sliding into the ocean, a lighting bolt striking an old tree, the gentle arc and trajectory of an eroded old stairwell in a strange and ancient monastery.

Probability dessicates hope and grinds all meaning and value into dust. Ironically, meaning and value can only exist in the imminent presence of their opposite and epistemological self-negation. (No one much cares for philosophical thinking but they should.)