"Entropy is the strongest force in the universe" was what I read on the wall of the workplace.
I laughed at that, a believer in the other, equally strong force.
Later, when I saw the author, I said: "I had a laugh at you writing."
He looked up at me with an air of scientific detatchment that said, without words, his was a static universe.
At that moment I knew that my belief - that will is as strong of a force as entropy - was wrong to him.
But, I thought, I feel a joyous kind of wrong, a celebration of wrong, a reminder of the fetters of ceaseless rightness.
I laughed again, this time at the miracle of the dance of will and entropy,
here in the dynamic universe.