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Entropy Reduction Units (or Poets, Bards & Thieves)

Life and non-Life are part of a system-- a "system-like" system, but one nonetheless.

Where Entropy's that which is hidden from us--

and Information without meaning is total chaos.

But hold.

 

Poets, Bards & Thieves.

Of shame, of game, of blame, they speak

of secrets on the leaves.

In more or less a drunken mess, their simmered shimmered consciousness

could barely rarely quite express what causes them to grieve.

 

After some hesitation and liquid persuasion, the only collusion this final conclusion:

 

*Pain is entropic; Extra-sensory stimulation

received as distortion via sensory limitations--

Confusing the mind refusing the signs, forcing us to shutter the blinds.

But what is behind? Unveil pain's curtain and what do we find?

Contextualisation, possible causation-- Mind-Body integration without hesitation--

palpable, abstract Information dissemination!*

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