In some part of universe creating entropy would be a crime – I doubt how they lived.
Technical jargon when used in day to day conversation leads to awesome pieces of insight. Also, sometimes just a single word reply can answer the most seemingly complex questions. What follows is an actual chat conversation that demonstrates my point. It has been color coded for readability. Translation are in grey as few lines are in Hindi. And my inline commentary is in green.
Anupam: Did you just send a blank mail in reply?
Shishir: 🙂 No. I Didn’t. Par sara msg chuhe kha gaye.. (But the mice gnawed it all)
Anupam: Or was it the written manifestation of “Speechless”
Shishir: Manifestations are always written. Ever heard of a verbal manifestation?
Anupam: The mere word “heard” signifies that it has to be verbal.
Shishir: [News : A boy died in front of comp. PS: no blood found, only ash and dust! Strange!]
Anupam: [Latest updates: He was vaporized by “The Obvious”.]
Shishir: [Latest updates: No one available for comment.]
Shishir: [In some part of universe creating entropy would be a crime . I wonder how they live.]
(Shishir strongly thinks that me and my BS have something to do with the ever increasing randomness of our worlds. There was a big pause here.)
(There was a much bigger pause here)
Shishir: Oh my holy God you enlightened me. Thee aren’t contributing in size of thy universe… so selfish thou art… If thee could give me the last bit of thy knowledge i shall die in the awe of my ignorance.
(Shishir just loves that typical Shakespearean English)
Anupam: Can you give the last line in simpler English?
Shishir: Go home dude. Bye.
(He later admitted he wanted to end the discussion as early as possible at this point. Dude, all you had to do was raise a white flag.)
Anupam: Abey batayega kya matlab tha last line ka. (Now will you tell me what the last line meant?)
Shishir: Arey i was asking ki kewal mujhe ye bata de aur is ke bad main ignorance me hi marr jaunga. (I was just asking you tell me just once and then I’ll die in my ignorance)
Anupam: Tu to ghar jaa raha tha na? (You were going home right?)
Shishir: Nahi, tujhe bhej raha tha. (No, I am asking you to go home)
Anupam: Kyo? Tune space-time coordinate ka theka le rakha hai kya? (Why? Do you have the contract for space-Time Coordinate allocations)
Shishir: Nahi. (No)
(Plan # 2 to get rid of my blabber.)
Shishir: A human being is part of a whole, called by us the “Universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest–a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. So go home.
(But it failed miserably.)
Anupam: The postulate mentioned above also means.. that the office is home and the home is office.. because everything is home and everything is office.. also nothing is home and nothing is office.. in short eff off.
And thus the chat fight ended. Who won? No one here, but some alien world, galaxies away, which thrived upon such entropy increasing B.S. gained unknowingly. The legend says they had an excess of energy supply, which could have lasted for centuries. Though, this excess led to anarchy and mental retardation which finally resulted to the eradication of their entire race.