Awakening

There is a law on thermodynamics which I neither remember its number nor understand. The law states that things tend to move from an orderly state to a disorderly state, from organized to chaos, from new to old. I came to realize only recently that it is during the transitional state, between new born and dead, that beautiful things come to be. A flower is most beautiful when it blooms. A wave at sea is most alive when it rises. And this is a code of life.