If the proponents of the theory of the heat death of the universe are right, in an undetermined but finite number of trillions of years the universe will be a cold and dark place because the stars will be spent, all minuses and pluses will cancel each other out, without a source of energy and its flow. there will be no movement and everything will stop. And to stand, until some future big bang.
And who is there to gain? The so-called entropy. What does she want? He wants the systems to be as unorganized as possible and he works hard to do so. An undetermined but final number of trillions of years is quite a long time, so she should finish her work as soon as possible and go fishing, or whatever the entropies like to do.
And while working people and citizens grind the bones that are thrown at them so that someone can enjoy roasting in peace, entropy does its thing.
Plants sprout in a crack in the asphalt.
Escalators become stationary.
The hands on the public clock stand still and do not move.
The red and green lights on the traffic lights are working, the light bulb is on yellow or where it says how many seconds the change will take.
In two, the cleaners don't take out the garbage, they don't get a little overflow from the container.
On the facades, you can see the bricks where the old plaster has crumbled, like a thumb through a worn sock.
And so on.
If it really bothers someone, entropy knows how to deal with it, it's enough to whisper one thing ali.
Digital boards at bus stops do not work, ALI it doesn't matter because no one follows the timetable anymore anyway.
Water pipes burst in the street, ALI it doesn't run down anyone's neck, so when it's their turn.
The light on the lamppost goes out, ALI she works in the neighborhood and it's not quite dark.
And so on.
Now, this is not enough for entropy, it needs to grow. The moment she grabs her little finger, she already considers the whole hand hers, she is optimistic about conquering the elbow, and she rejoices in advance with the thought that the shoulder is not far away either.
And then even small inconveniences grow, small defects become big ones, the price for any repair increases until it reaches a point where the repair is no longer feasible, and if it is, it is not worth it. Which leads to archeology or the dustbin of history. And again to the caves, and we are in the plains to manage with greenhouses and dugouts.
I tata ćemo sad?
How to provide enough calories to survive in caves (soyhouses & dugouts)? Hard when our ancestors ate all the mammoths before our era, and a little later the cattle called tur? That's right, you'll eat the roots, chew the so-called grated radishes, think with nostalgia how it used to be good to eat, then sigh because it's a long way to re-conquer the technology of sardine cans and chips, provided it doesn't go astray. History teaches us that after the fall of the Roman Empire, people needed a finite but considerable number of centuries to reach the engineering excellence of road construction that the Romans built back then.
And is everything so dark?
It is quite dark that some things cannot be influenced.
To volcanoes.
On meteors that come out of the blue and kill dinosaurs or whoever happens to be on the spot.
To the fools from the white world who send tanks because they had an unhappy childhood and got up on the left foot; that they can't bear not to be farmed even for a prune; what if they could steal something, divert attention from their messes, reserve a place for themselves in the paradise of some bloodthirsty god or simply love, and they can.
The brighter side of the situation is that something can still be influenced.
Let's say, to explain to the fools from their alley that they will not join the tanks just because they had an unhappy childhood and got up on the left foot; that they can't bear not to be farmed even for a prune; they want to steal something, to divert attention from their mistakes or simply love, and they can.
Compared to tanks, entropy is a cat's cough.
It is enough to replace the light bulb when it burns out in the corridor without waiting for what the building manager will come up with.
Water the tree in the neighborhood when it's hot.
Find room in your household budget for an eraser and your hands when the faucet starts dripping.
And so on.
Most things that are done against entropy are not enjoyable at all.
A guarantee that the pleasures will certainly not disappear.
Aleksandar Vučić now has only the old, proven methods of classic dictatorships left, because these modern methods of insanity and poisoning the public are failing. And that, however, goes against his head
Vučić is not defending the state, but himself from the state. With a drum on his back and a guitar in his hands, this man-orchestra performs two or three of the same songs without hearing, with falsifications and falling out of rhythm. His government and politics are like that. In short - dangerous for the environment
Arrests of professors, punishment of people, firing of journalists... The regime of Aleksandar Vučić is shining and is yet to shine. It is the decadent phase of the regime, the one towards the end
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