McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.”
Everything that comes together falls apart. Everything. The chair I’m sitting on. It was built, and so it will fall apart. I’m gonna fall apart, probably before this chair. And you’re gonna fall apart. The cells and organs and systems that make you you—they came together, grew together, and so must fall apart. The Buddha knew one thing science didn’t prove for millennia after his death: Entropy increases. Things fall apart.
John Green, Looking for Alaska
Thinking this, he wondered if Mozart had any intuition that the future did not exist, that he had already used up his little time. Maybe I have too, Rick thought as he watched the rehearsal move along. This rehearsal will end, the performance will end, the singers will die, eventually the last score of the music will be destroyed in one way or another; finally the name "Mozart" will vanish, the dust will have won. If not on this planet then another. We can
evade it awhile. As the andys can evade me and exist a finite stretch longer. But I will get them or some other bounty hunter gets them. In a way, he realized, I'm part of the form-destroying process of entropy.
Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
We sound the future, and learn that after a period, long compared with the divisions of time open to our investigation, the energies of our system will decay, the glory of the sun will be dimmed and the
earth, tideless and inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has for a moment disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit, and all his thoughts will perish.
The Foundations of Belief: Being Notes Introductory
to the Study of Theology
In our ludicrous efforts to 'change' and be perfect, we try to fashion a perfect world for ourselves. We
start to imagine that we are actually in control of our world, which is further from reality than an all-parrot moon landing. The universe, our universe, is out of our control. We live on a speck drifting around in an infinite vacuum
with countless trillions of other specks. Our world is in a perpetual state of perfect chaos and entropy,
with everything falling apart and dying and being born haphazardly. Meanwhile, we try to make life as neat and clean and orderly as a computer research facility, when in fact it is more like a junkyard. It always has been, and it
always will be, no matter how much fussing and sweating and striving we do to make it different.
Entropy always wins.
Rots flesh. Rusts steel. Grinds stone.
And didn't I see its fiery face
When the library at Alexandria burned?
Didn't I see its shadow fall
Across the ruins of a hundred hundred civilizations?
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold
William Butler Yeats