Theory of experience and randomness.

Okay so here is the thing, I have always been fascinated by entropy. It is one of the most fundamental properties of this universe, and it always increases. The best thing about it is the fact that it is quite simple to understand, at least the part I understand is simple. Entropy is synonymous to randomness, so we can safely assume that the randomness in this world always increases. So what is randomness after all? Randomness is every new information introduced to this universe, every new thought that enters into your mind and every new action someone takes. When you are in love, your brain gets so random you start getting totally illogical ideas. Ideas like marriage, babies, more babies. In a way, more the babies- more is the crap, and more is the randomness. So what does randomness have to do with our lives? It would suffice to say that as we progress in time- whatever we may be after ten years, one thing is for sure- we would have GAINED experience. So the only thing we know which definitely increases with time (except age and time interval between two consecutive sexual intercourses) is our experience. Experience is like the mental counterpart of the physical entropy. Then what does all of this lead us to? Could we possibly apply all the physical laws of entropy to experience? At least in the broader sense. Maybe just maybe, the equations would lead us to something unprecedented- give it a try?

H(a/o)rmonic Love

I know I know, everyone has a heart, everyone can love and I also know that love is a pure and divine truth. Okay, I was bullshitting- I can swear on anyones head I believe none of it. Even on the head of someone I supposedly love, not because I don't believe in love rather because swearing on someone's head doesn't get them dead either. It's like justifying cheating on your girlfriend because having an affair doesn't have anything to do with love. "It was my hormones honey, I swear it was my hormones that made me have sex with her. You know I love you, don't you? With all my heart."- the other 'heart' that is. So when do you decide you don't love someone? When your heart stops beating for your love? I doubt it. I would rather wager on your testosterone glands to decide that for you. The point is, what makes love so different from any other physical phenomena. Actually, what does any feeling have anything to do with the metaphysical? It's all electric impulses, chemical reactions that drive us- so when someone points to your lack of emotions, what do you tell them? I would suggest you take a deep breath, plant a well aimed slap on the guy's 'visage' (pun intended), make an innocent face and blame it on your highly disturbed state of emotions. If they still don't get it, fling a stone at their faces and tell them you aren't 'stone hearted' after all.

Awww!

One of these cute kittens your neighbor owns somehow makes their way up to your room. As for myself, I wouldn't mind listening to them purring and cuddling them for a while. But you know what the problem with every living thing in the world is- change. Maybe nature makes every newborn cute, for reasons of self preservation. But does any creature except humans identify cuteness? Or maybe they do but they still don't find it troubling to ingest a sweet little kitten. A question here arises but it doesn't really mean anything. Would we love a baby if it looked like an eighty year old man? What is love then, hormones for us and some kind of mental phenomenon for the baby's mother, I suppose. They say a mother would love their child whatever it looks like. So is our love any different from the mind's response to a cute kitten? Too many questions here but they don't matter much, do they? It is only our selfish minds that concur after we are done wondering what makes sense and what not. After all, the mind is the only faculty we use for thinking and all this time we have tried to distance love from our mind by calling it our heart has only led to the belief that love is something pure. But self deception is one thing our mind is good at, isn't love then the biggest deception after death?