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The Journal of Matthew Sharp Thermodynamic Happy Curiosities
06/08/2012 10:18 p.m.
In the first few seconds of awakening from a nice slumber, the very center of your eyes have already shared hundreds of particles with the room around you. At the exact moment you open the curtain and peer outside, you receive and expel more atomic data through your skin than what the eyes can bare, as your pupils quickly constrict and filter the magnitude of observable energy that mercilessly rushes into your iris. By the time you have squeezed your eyes in reaction to the outdoor lighting, it is more likely than not that you have attained a form of energy from every single thing you can see through your window: a photon from the house opposite; an electron from the leaf of the nearby tree; even the very oxygen molecules that you see that bird gulping as it glides across the sky. And after those few seconds of consciousness: you feel like going to the bathroom.
With a blurry-eyed look into the mirror, trying to deter how fit you appear as opposed to the night before, something amazing happens. As you lean forward and peer close at the reflection of your face, the very pieces of your lips that you’re trying to look at - they disappear. Many of the photons that illuminate you soar away, blistering through space, beyond the reflective glass and keep on going until they break through your bathroom wall, flying outdoors with the wind just like the bird you saw 13 seconds ago. But what about those that don’t go through the mirror?
There is only one way they can go - back at you. Hurtling at speeds faster than the human eye can detect, the photons that were on your lips - not one second ago - come crashing back and through your skin tissue, but not always where they were. In them five seconds you spend judging how good or bad the day is going to be as according to what the top 0.3 centimeters of tissue that lives on your head says about you, the brain that lies behind it fails to comprehend the thousands of living cells and particles that are constantly rearranging themselves. Parts of your lips are now your nose, them rosy cheeks are now partly with your cute little elf ears, and pieces of them very things that you're using to judge and emotionally administrate your observable representation are now at one with your hands. You are in a flux of motion, emitting and transferring energy, no matter how hard you try to be still. Forever changing, and eternally fabricating with the world around you.
So the next time you sigh in despair at however weathered you may appear to yourself in those first 20 seconds of what will be a truly profound day, just remember: every day you do what you believe to be impossible. As by the very laws that govern yourself, the earth, and even the universe, every time you wake and look out that window; you - in part - fly as free as a bird.
Enjoy the day everyone, because we're all a bunch of thermodynamic miracles!
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