Sometimes Life unravels and you have to knit it back together. But than- there is the mud. Mud is eternal. It is easy, it is simple, it slows things down, it gets into your painful cracks and softens them. Mud is what happens when you pour more tears in the ground than it can absorb to support the mass of the matter. Some say it is good for you, it feeds the soul, so it can grow and reminds you of who you are. Just have to hold on to the string, so you don’t drown. And sometime the string is too short and you have to feel around for it.
“Life is paradoxically coincidental to the ironical tyranny applicable to the unparalleled definition of reverse entropy” Reverse entropy does not contradict any of the laws of thermodynamics, except one- the arrow of time existence constriction- in this case the movie can run either way without being fantastical