The universe is governed by heat.
I think that much must be true.
Ultimately, there are too many fractals, too many vast, possibly infinite strings of equations and numbers, too much quantization to solve...except for heat. We all want to manage the heat, and we need resources to do that, and we'll all fight over them. We'll fight over the resources and that fight will govern us and we are material and we are resources too. So people will fight over us, as long as we can squelch or crank their heat; their need, the need for whatever resource will help them stick around to get more.
I stopped drinking. I'm not trying to impress anybody; I'm not trying to fuck anybody. Life is too fragile for that sort of thing. Life isn't about that anymore for humans. Look at this blog...it's an outlet, not for my thoughts or emotions, those are inconsequential. This blog is an outlet for my for the expression of the arcane aspects of my evolution. These aren't emotions, these are statements that I need to render; necessary aspects for correct heat exchange. Homeostasis requires excretion. People need to shit. People need to blog. People need other people to help them shit and blog. Someone will find their need to do this useful, and will exploit it so that they may do the same thing, but with some greater sense of grandeur.
I'm typing this in a room, and it's important that you note what kind, but I don't have to tell you. You should figure out what kind of room it is, because chances are that this room and your room have a striking commonality. Chances are that your room is a lot like my room and it shows how flawed we are and we don't want to talk about it. Chances are that there are secret things in your room, kept from others or kept from you that reveal your nature. But not your nature as an individual. What is frightening about our rooms is that they show our nature as a disparate collective. We people are lonely and inefficient and we know and we will die before we can change and it makes things worse unless we learn not to think of us as people. We should be our rooms, we should be things that are material and are concepts and are demonstrative of the flaws and successes of both.
We are propagating material, and unless we embrace first our material, and then the nature of that collective material, we will be unhappy.
The universe isn't propagating material. It wants us to stop being us. It doesn't want it too hot or too cold. It wants to be lazy and stable. Our universe is a conservative. Conservatives will always win. They'll always rest in peace. To a conservative, death is always heaven. Heaven is death.