Entropy

 Everything’s falling apart.  Always.

And it’s not just the shoddy workpersonship on those Ikea light fixtures; it’s everything, everywhere, all over the Universe.

Entropy is just time made manifest. And time is just God expressed through our experience of the natural world.

So, entropy and God are ultimately the same force.  No need for the guy with the beard and the book to hurl down lightning bolts in order to destroy things; it all happens naturally due to the fundamental laws of physics.

Unfortunately, this means that my jeans eventually get holes in them, my bicycle chains stretch to the point new ones are necessary, and no matter how many times I vacuum the rug, it gets covered in crumbs and dog hair sooner rather than later.

Our sun will use up all of its hydrogen in a couple of billion years and expand out to somewhere near the orbit of Jupiter; thankfully, no human beings will be around to observe this, but our A.I. sentient cockroach ancestors may want to scurry under whatever is analogous at that point to the kitchen stove if they hope to make it any further than that.

Science—well, Wikipedia—tells us that the entire Universe will essentially collapse in on itself as all the available energy is used up some google or so years in the future.  Sort of puts a losing season by the Pittsburgh Steelers in perspective, but still, when you think about it, both of those events are a product of entropy, as well.  

“Things fall apart,” as Nigerian author, Chinua Achebe put it in the title of his brilliant first novel, and while, to some extent, he was referring to societies and individual identities, it also applies to everything else, especially, the aforementioned Ikea products.

Our bodies offer perhaps the best illustration of all this in action; things falling apart is basically the story from about age 25 on.  So, let's embrace entropy while it embraces us!