Sometimes I think the only reason for our existence is to burn off the energy created by the sun; to wit . . .
Entropy
Everything revolves beneath the shadow of the sun
Humans broil in endless toil as days turn tail and run
Lovers sweat in passion living out their lives in violence
Pipes and drums have not begun to overtake the silence
Of quantum rays that mark our days and calibrate the passage
Of thoughts and deeds and miracles, of joys both grand and tragic
The objective of our being and the reason we’re undone
Is to extirpate the energy transmitted from the sun
Entropy is our salvation, our guiding ‘raison d’etre’
We burn up solar energy until the hour of death
Then another generation conspires to take our place
Until they entropy as well and vanish into space
