The Cold Embrace of Death
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Cold isn't an independent entity; it is the absence or loss of heat. Warmth is the presence of thermal energy.
When something feels "cold," it is absorbing your body's heat faster than something warmer would.
There's no "cold energy" its just less molecular motion, lower kinetic energy.
Heat always flows from hot (higher energy) to cold (lower energy) until equilibrium is reached.
Warmth is the will to become; cold is the surrender to nothingness.
Living organisms maintain order (low entropy) by feeding on "negative entropy" - importing order from their environment by feeding on and breaking down the structure of plant and animal foods to release the energy stored in that structure (negative entropy). Adapted from the 1944 book "What is Life?" by Erwin Schrödinger.
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I love the cold as I lay beneath my
feather doodah, or chill-out
in my warm down-filled wind cheater.
I love to run through fields of ice and snow
with steam expelling from my mouth
with every each puff and breath.
I love to sip the steamy warm soup
with the cup warming my frigid lips.
For everyday I stave off
the cold embrace of death,
threatening to engulf me.
If I stop trying
and my energy fails,
my warmth will succumb
To the call of the cold,
forever wanting me to relent
and give up.
For to stay alive,
I must burn the food I eat and digest,
bask in the sunshine, sit by the fire,
to keep warm against the chill,
forever sucking heat from me.
The shrill chill encompasses me
with the cold embrace of death.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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