#the universe will always reach its equilibrium

[cosmicallyavg]

i know ive made like 16 identical posts to this but the night we met by lord huron is literally such a good dw song and it makes me want to scream

[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Use of syringe and needles in the beginning, Wife!Reader, SMUT, Miguel rutting, heavy mentions of your pheromones, olphactophilia, Lab sex, overstimulation, breeding kink. You’re driving him nuts…all puns intended lol

𝐀/𝐍: I was planning for this to be in the same universe as For Biology. But it can be read by itself too. Also lmk if the Spanish phrases need fixing 🥹🥹

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You catch Miguel doing something he shouldn’t while dropping off his lunch. Now you both have to face the consequences.

The lab was bathed in a sterile glow of fluorescent lights as Miguel loaded the syringe gun with a shimmering liquid— Rapture.

The fluid inside the vial danced with an underlying glow as he positioned the syringe over his forearm with practiced precision.

The needle neared his skin and with one steady breath, he pushed it in. The liquid filled his bloodstream and a rush of power coursed through his veins.

Once the vial was bottomed out, he withdrew the syringe from his arm. The lab's stagnant atmosphere couldn’t overshadow the electric charge that was now enveloping him.

Miguel didn’t register the hiss of the lab doors open until your voice tore through the silence in the room. “Is that the second shot you’re taking?!” Your voice demanded clarity and answers from him.

Miguel didn’t turn to look at you, instead he silently put the empty syringe gun on the desk in front of him.

He could rapidly feel the effect of the Rapture in his bloodstream— the tingling sensation through his nerves and the blood rushing in his ears.

“What if I said it wasn’t,” he replied, though he knew where this would go.

“No me mientas, Miguel,” you resorted back. Miguel knew there was no point in lying to you when you saw him take the first Rupture shot this morning.

Despite not having any spider senses, he could smell your scent getting stronger as you stepped closer towards him with a heavy stride.

The Rapture was used to enhance his powers, that included his senses and strength.

But it was also a double-edged sword with its side effects. A gamble with his own equilibrium.

Your pheromones spiked his heart rate and the familiar rush of heat reached his cock. But he quickly dismissed it before it clouded his senses.

Now was not the time.

“Lyla, why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” He called out before Lyla’s marigold hologram appeared on his shoulder.

“She wanted to surprise you,” Lyla shrugged before quickly disappearing.

He craned his neck to see you hold out a paper bag in front of you. “And you forgot your lunch. But I think I came here just in time.”

You gestured at the empty syringe gun. He let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He wasn’t mad.

He could never be mad at you for visiting while he was on the clock— especially if you were delivering your homemade food. He just hated the predicament he was in right now.

It was obvious you weren’t going to drop the subject of his second Repture shot. You’ve been married to him long enough to know the side effects if things weren’t regulated properly.

Though, part of him was grateful that you understood his situation and that he could be this vulnerable with you.

You placed the paper bag on his desk before you started searching frantically through the lab.

“Lyla, where are the neutralisers? He always puts it in a different place whenever I come here and I could never find them,” you huffed in annoyance as you tried to locate the vials. The neutralisers helped to maintain his hormones and any side effects he could have from the Rapture.

The rest of the conversation with you and Lyla became a blur. As you bent over to reach the lower cabinets, Miguel’s eyes were glued on you— a captivating figure— and the dress you were wearing.

He had seen you wear that specific dress before but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from noticing the small details and how the dress fitted you.

The skirt of the dress gave you a more feminine appearance. The balloon sleeve gave a visual flair to the whole outfit.

But he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the way it accentuated your hips and your curves.

It could be the side effects of the Rapture that was making him see things that he hadn’t noticed before, but now the neutraliser was the last thing on his mind.

He craved nothing more than to hike up your dress with his hands and reach the delicate part of you between your legs.

No!

Right now really wasn’t a good time for you to be here.

No matter how much he pushed those thoughts away, he could still feel himself lose his senses dangerously fast.

Suddenly, the night you confessed that you wanted to have a baby was reeling in his mind relentlessly— all he could focus on now was to breed you. And the way the dress was lifting up to reveal more of your legs as you bent over was only adding to his torment.

“Found them!” You exclaimed. After searching most of the lab cabinets, you found the vials with the neutralisers.

As Miguel stepped closer to approach you, he saw you held one of the vials out in your hand.

He seized your wrist and forced you up from the floor so you looked up at him.

“Necesitas irte,” The statement was punctured with authority, devoid of any room for negotiation.

Even if you were fully aware about the effects of his Rapture, he still couldn’t have you here. Not when he was in such a compromising position right now.

You frowned while still holding the vial in your grasp.

“I’m not leaving until I see you take the neutraliser,” Of course you were unfazed by his hard expression. You could easily break his assertive mask, but right now was a terrible time for your stubbornness.

“Amor…” It took every fiber of him to make himself sound as convincing as possible. Yet, he could still feel himself crack.

He could feel your pulse throbbing under his fingertips, even after he loosened his grip around your wrist. A vital sign of his wife’s consciousness and presence.

He imagined what it would be like having another heartbeat growing inside you, being nurtured and carried by you. He groaned at the mere thought.

“You…you threw away your birth control pills, right?” He already knew the answer but he had to be sure. He needed to hear it from you. Your scent was getting stronger by the second and his breathing quickened.

Your face scrunched in confusion by his question, completely oblivious to where the conversation was going. “Yes. What does that have to do with anything?”

Your simple answer made his dick twitch desperately under the digital suit. If he kept his sex drive at bay any longer, he will combust. He needed to be inside you.

He decided he wasn’t going to hold back his desires anymore. He was going to have his way with his wife.

“Let me breed you…please,” His voice was low in an attempt to conceal his faltering demeanor, but he knew you could easily see his weakness right through him.

“Mig…what…” the words lodged in your throat before he saw the change in your expression.

You quickly picked up on what was going on and realised that he was rutting. But you probably didn’t anticipate it to happen so quickly, otherwise you wouldn’t still be here.

He rolled his hips once against your lower body so you could feel his hard on, earning a gasp from you. He was deliberately rubbing against your clit through the skirt of the dress.

You still haven’t granted him permission, but he could see the way his request was churning in your mind. He pressed his forehead on yours and you looked up at him. He couldn’t read your expression but he could smell your pheromones and how much this was turning you on right now.

“Por favor,” he whispered before he kissed your cheek. He didn’t expect himself to sound so needy.

“Yeah…alright,” you answered. He sighed in relief, a fraction of his tension gone just from your permission alone.

He scooped you up before quickly placing you on one of the benches. His hands lifted the hem of your dress up, revealing more of your bare legs.

He noticed from his peripheral vision the glass vial slipped from your grasp and rolled off the bench before it shattered on the floor. But he paid no mind to it.

His hands halted once he reached your rear before pulling down your panties. He moaned when he saw the fabric candy wet from your arousal, emitting more of your scent.

Your pheromones were overpowering him now and it was driving him insane. You were soaked.

He wondered how long your clit had been throbbing for, how long you’ve been aroused by this. Perhaps you purposely wore a dress with only your panties underneath.

Once the panties were off, he got you to lean back further until your back was pressed against the bench. He lifted your dress higher to reveal your pussy. You were all slick and ready for him.

With a few taps on his watch, his digital suit vanished, leaving him with only his lab coat. His dick was throbbing pathetically with precum leaking from the tip.

He closed the gap between the two of you until his tip pressed against your opening and his precum mixed with your wetness.

He pushed himself in, feeling the resistance from your tight walls, until he was balls deep. Your mouth hung open as you were taking in everything from him.

The warmth from your pussy that was now engulfing his cock felt like a lifeline. He quickly kissed your temple because he knew we weren't going to hold back now.

Before you could lean into his touch, he started ramming himself into your poor cunt. Your eyes shot up in shock before you grabbed onto his biceps for support.

His pace was relentless and driven by the thought of filling you with his cum until they would finally stick. Your moans and the wet sounds filled his ears as he kept plunging himself into you.

You walls were squeezing his dick in all the right places and he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

Each slap of his hips rocked your body on the bench further, threatening to slip away. But he held a tight grip on your waist so you would stay in place.

“I’ll get you knocked up, so everyone will know…You’re. With. Me.” He ended the last few syllables with a snap of his hips against your rear, adding emphasis and weight to his words.

You let out a breathy laugh between each thrust, amused by his statement.

“Miguel, I think the wedding bands give it away— ohmygod-” your sentence was cut off by a sudden hard thrust from his dick.

“That’s not enough and you know it, I need you full with my babies.” His words came out as a growl and his pace didn’t falter a fraction.

A few locks of his hair drooped from his head as he kept moving, sticking to the film of sweat that formed on his forehead.

He felt the contractions of your walls and he knew your orgasm was just a few thrusts away. You fists gripped the sleeves on his lab coat as you moaned loudly. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut and your climax came crashing down with each stroke from his dick.

He stopped momentarily to move your legs that was wrapped around his waist and rested them on his shoulders. He had better leverage and could reach deeper inside you.

The change in position had you crying out helplessly as he pressed himself into you more. You just reached your peak and you were still riding out your high but he didn’t give you a chance to recollect yourself.

“Miguel-!”

You were overstimulated in bliss as his dick was hitting the bundle of nerves that he knew would drive you over the edge. You could only utter fragments of his name along with your low moans.

Miguel watched with pride as his wife was falling apart under him.

“That’s it, clench onto me. Just like that.”

He could’ve sworn this was the best thing he had experienced with you and he fucked you many times before.

Perhaps the Rapture made him twice as sensitive to all the pleasure he was receiving and more aware of how you were snug around him.

His pace was becoming sloppy and staggered and he could just about feel the edge of his orgasm. Just a little longer of him being soaked in your cunt that always fit to his size perfectly.

His hips flinched into yours one last time before his cum was pouring into the depths of your womb in hopes that you will get pregnant.

Bred by him until it stained you.

Your legs were limp and slipped off of his shoulders. He groaned at the sheer force of his own climax.

He thrusted himself a few more times while more cum was spilling from him. He eventually came to a halt with his dick still half way inside you.

Your breathing was still erratic but you still managed to lift your head up to see where your bodies were meshed together.

He caught a flicker of surprise in your face as you noticed the mess before you under your dress. You gazed back up at him again.

“So…are you satisfied? Do you want me to give the neutralisers now?” you managed to huffed out, still breathless.

Miguel responded by pushing the remaining half of his dick back into your swollen cunt with a wet slap. You let out a broken moan in shock.

“Not yet…”

His lips curled up slightly as he started to plunge himself into you again…

The neutraliser forgotten.

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I don’t think this one ate :( …I suck at writing dialogues. But I’m so fly when it comes to writing inner conflicts, like with Miguel’s chain of thoughts in this story, and body language. That’s why there isn’t a lot of dialogues here. Maybe because I’m an overthinker and it’s easy to write a lot when it comes to what the character is thinking lol

Idk what it is I’m starting to fucking hate using tumblr now, it just feels a little miserable being here. That’s why AO3 >>> literally anything else

[mysticstronomy]

WHAT'S A DARK STAR??

Blog#358

Saturday, December 16th, 2023

Welcome back,

Black stars may be the most influential celestial bodies in the universe that no one knows for sure ever existed.

In fact, they may be the elder stars of the cosmos, twinkling long before stars — at least as we know them now — showed up.

So why is there no evidence of them today?

They may have literally faded to black. As in, black hole.

At least that's the theory posited by University of Michigan physicist Katherine Freese in a recent interview with Astronomy.

Freese suggests dark stars are actually the seeds of the supermassive black holes that lurk in the heart of every galaxy. After all, even time-bending, light-hoovering regions of space have to grow from something. And that something may be a dark star.

But how does a bright and shiny celestial body take such a dramatically dark turn? Well, for one thing, a dark star — unlike the stars we know and occasionally wish upon — would already have darkness, literally, running through its veins.

The stars we see today all abide by the same general rule of nuclear fusion. The sheer mass of a star means it's always in a state of collapsing on itself. But that kind of constant pressure on its core also produces energy that radiates outward.

The result is a perfect balance of inward pull and outward radiation.

Our sun, for example, has reached that perfect equilibrium, parlaying gravitational pressure into the giant battery that essentially powers the solar system.

Dark stars, on the other hand, do things a little differently.

Sure, they've got hydrogen and helium running in their veins — but also, a touch of dark matter.

Yes, that's another material that no one has seen or even detected — making dark star theory even more ... theoretical.

But here's how Freese suggests it could work:

About 13 billion years ago, when dark stars were forming, the universe was a very different, and much denser, place. They likely incorporated dark matter in their DNA, in the form of Weakly Interacting Massive Particles, or WIMPs.

Even as a microscopic ingredient in a star's makeup, dark matter could keep a body huffing and puffing for a billion years thanks to a unique process called dark matter annihilation.

Essentially, dark matter gives a dark star its superpowers — it could expand and radiate energy without having to rely on that delicate dance known as nuclear fusion.

That would also unburden a dark star from its core, allowing it to sprawl outward and, despite its name, shine much brighter and bigger.

"They can keep growing as long as there is dark matter fuel," Freese tells Astronomy. "We've assumed they can get up to 10 million times the mass of the Sun and 10 billion times as bright as the Sun, but we don't really know. There is no cutoff in principle."

And, she suggests, at some point, a star with that much mass would have to collapse, becoming a black hole.

But how does a theory that hinges on theory ever end up becoming a reality? We just have to spot one on the endless haystack that is the cosmos.

And that may be a job for the James Webb Space Telescope.

Originally published on www.treehugger.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, December 20th, 2023)

"CAN A BLACKHOLE CREATE A STAR??"

[mistymem0ryy]

The bliss of a nightly coffee

Yandere Zhongli x Reader (Fem)

Summary: In which you and Zhongli take a train towards the capital, and the scenery reminds you of the love you once held for each other.

Author's notes:  this story is partially based upon my ever constant train rides and the intriguing people I happen to see in them… In this scenario Zhongli is a renowned history professor and the reader is coded as also being in academia (the prestige and the subject of her role are left for the reader to decide). It is underlined throughout the story that Zhongli comes from not only a far wealthier background than reader but also possesses a far more traditional outlook on life than reader. (so sort of modern AU??)

TW: indications of alc0h0l, possible drugg1ng and just yandere themes in general?

No beta, we survive the trenches this way.

If there was something within this life from which you could always find a morsel of unreasonable contentment, it would certainly be 1st class train voyages.

There is a fantastical element inherent to their glamorous silence, a distancing comfort to be found slithering away within the limits of an empty carriage.

Some years ago, such overbearingly enchanting ambiance would have made you shiver in an anxious, and perhaps even futile, attempt at controlling your senses. But much has changed since then. You have learnt to bear the cold.

What they never tell you about this sort of high-grade carriages is that all human warmth vanishes from its encasing, it crawls away into the opposite confines of the racing locomotive, reaching its warm fingertips towards the lingering chatter tucked away from diamond adorned ears. It’s as if the laws of thermodynamics had their ticket confiscated - thermal equilibrium but a mere folktale traded from mouth to mouth.

You can never find within yourself the firm decision to either devote your adoration to the rushing nature beyond the tainted windows or to contemplate the inner workings of the countless adornments within your carriage. 

Eventually you decided to draw your gaze away from the rushing fields, there was nothing there left for you.

Rococo with an uncanny mixture of neoclassical decor and an added aroma of Turkish coffee that made you sight from the sheer delectability of it. You have been abstaining from tea as much as possible these days. You aren’t able to clearly point out the reason why but coffee simply happens to feel more enjoyable. Warmer. Safer.

You have tasted enough coffee in your life to know if something’s wrong.

You stretch your fingers towards the pastry patiently waiting within its porcelain platter, a raspberry macaroon, not too big, not too small, the aroma it exudes carries with it a sugary scent, a freshness you've been craving for a long time.

You close your eyes as your lips meet the firm shell of the pastry once shared between Italian monks and later on between French aristocrats, shutting your sight away so that your taste buds may enjoy the smooth ganache to the fullest. 

But, as with any miraculous comfort in this life, a fruitless end must too be met. Your moment of bliss is ripped away from you as a gloved hand meets your partially naked shoulder. Fingers nearing the laced cord whose firmness held a beguiling jade stone in place, gracefully adorning the slight valley between your collar bones. You do not have to open your eyes to know to whom that hand belongs to.

Fine leather, the work of a seamstress who has mastered her craft with years of hardship. Yves Saint Laurent Autumn collection. A pair of gloves that could have paid your rent back in university. The surface is supposed to be comforting, delicate even, and yet its texture makes your skin crawl by some unexplored aversion. As you open your eyes your sight lands first and foremost upon the dark glove nearing your neck, they were beautiful, you had chosen them for him after all, there was always this glowing look upon his features every time you cowered to his whims and went on the ‘retail therapy sessions’ he so advocated for. 

Most of the time they were simple excuses for him to blow entire checks on bags you would only wear once or twice. Countless pieces of gold jewelry that he would ‘oh so graciously’ request the store’s employees to put upon your skin himself. Fingertips glazing over collarbones and warm breaths reaching for your exposed skin making your body freeze in sudden alert.

You have been married for years. A marriage built upon a fruitful relationship, which in its turn was constructed upon one of the greatest friendships you’ve ever had the blessing of creating. And yet it was always there, lingering. This fear you find no rational justification for.

It's moments like these that take you back to your early university days. When the fear wasn’t that prominent, perhaps it hadn’t taken root yet, or perhaps it had always been there, hiding beneath the layering soil of the earth, only to take bloom once you had buried yourself too deep to the point where escape was but a mere fantasy.

‘I have been looking for you my dear.’

His voice comes out honeyed and sickly sweet, like a tarte tatin, freshly cooked from a little boulangerie in the south of France. You remember visiting it with Zhongli during your first year together, you had been the one to order since your French was better than his. You had taken a childish pride in knowing that at least in this scenario you happened to possess the upper hand. Back in the day you did not read much into this sentiment, though your present self genuinely wished you had done so. 

Your desire towards saccharine things has become much more prominent as of late, they make your teeth ache in momentary torture but even the pain has its own characteristic bliss.

‘Did you hear me, my love?’

Your eyes finally meet his, they are lightly covered by his growing bangs, the contrast between his dark strands and his golden eyes makes it look as if each of his orbs have been divided in two. It gives him a certain dragonic look you were never afraid to point out even when you were mere acquaintances. His tall stature and classic manner of holding himself always gave you the notion that he carried something sacred, something ancient within him. There was a certain allure to the renowned history professor that always made everyone stop momentarily and simply be carried away by this archaic aura surrounding him.

‘I am sorry… I wasn’t here, could you repeat it?’

‘I asked you if you think it is wise to be drinking coffee at this hour?’

Though a stranger would only be capable of perceiving the teasing tone within his statement, you could clearly discern the underlying patronizing approach of his question, not exactly in a condescending manner and yet not too far away from it either.

‘I find that independently of the hour, there is nothing as comforting as a cup of coffee, does it bother you in any way?’

You were testing the waters. Not too confronting to cause him insult and yet not too diminishing in order to cause your own ego injury. These days you never knew what could set Zhongli off. Or yourself for that matter.

‘It is not exactly a matter of bothering me, rather it is a preference of being able to sleep alongside my wife without all the shuffling that is provided from someone with an overly caffeinated body’

To that statement no quick or witty stab back could be brought forth. It was true. Night and sleep haven’t been your dearest companions as of late, but you knew for certain that caffeine had nothing to do with the matter. It was mostly unspent energy, guarded anger you feared to let out all at once for you could not clearly predict the following consequences. So you did what you thought wisest and held it encased within your body, it sipped out slowly but surely, its presence made known in the lightest of manners possible. Be it troubled sleep, long periods of spacing out or a recurrently reappearing frown within your features.

In your own defense you did not think you would stay in the train for such a long period of time, you had only been told to pack your bags in order to accompany your husband to one of his academic conferences in the capital, naively thinking that once he started the engine of his car he would take you both to the nearest airport. But it had not been the case, your husband had decided that it was certainly the best moment within your relationship to surprise you with a 5 day long luxury train voyage towards your initial destination, yet again without any regard to your view upon the matter itself.

In a way, you gathered all your forces in order to rationalize Zhongli’s actions. He is an intelligent man. You married one of the most well known Professors of his field for god’s sake. You knew the strength it took to survive academia and though Zhongli certainly had the upper hand due to his family history, his achievements could not all be simply reduced to his family name.

Perhaps this was all some sort of reaction to your breakdown some weeks ago, in a way you certainly regret it, but in another you definitely saw it coming. You like to tell yourself that Zhongli was attentive enough to see it coming too. 

There wasn’t really any sort of revelation that made you blow up in the heat of the moment, rather it was a prolonged and painful accumulation of both annoyance and rage,clambering one on top of another until a single comment and annoyed sigh made it all fall apart from its static grandeur.

‘If your job at university bothers you so deeply I have offered you previously the comfort necessary to leave it, yet you always deny it.’

You liked to think that he himself did not consider the possibility that you would trade all of those hard earned diplomas to fulfill whatever fantasy marinated in his head ever since you both attended one of his friends' wedding.

 Before that night, he had never mentioned it to you in such direct speech and such a face to face approach, about how he wished for children, your undivided attention, family vacations and you always and strictly by his side. He had been slightly inebriated, too much osmanthus wine you presumed. The mention of ‘the measures to which he would go in order to be sure of your safety within his own embrace alone’ were enough to cut the conversation immediately. Blame it on the alcohol, you reassured yourself. 

You had reacted badly, but in all honestly who could blame you at this point, you did not want Zhongli to tell you that if you were in such distress you could always become his fulltime housewife, you wanted him to give you strength and be there for you whenever the circumstances got worse. And yet, the prospect itself of leaving your job and living off of Zhongli’s wealth wasn’t what struck the most dread within your already dismaying mind, rather it was the look that took over his features while he mulled over such thoughts. 

How his eyes quickly darkened and a slight smirk pushed the ends of his lips towards his rose tinted cheeks. Blame it on the alcohol, you pleaded yourself.

You guessed that, even within the most reputable and honorable of men, selfishness had its way of slithering into one's tongue, scales rushing through the soaring throat and from there finally reaching into the pumping heart, that is of course, if the heart itself hasn’t been overturned into one of its countless dominions already.

The same man that revealed to you the sickest of desires through a gaze alone, now looked at you with a mixture of concern and scrutiny swarming within his golden eyes.

‘Perhaps a chamomile tea will permit your nerves to be calmed? We wouldn't want you to reach our destination enveloped in complete exhaustion now would we, my gem?’

‘NO- I mean, I- there is no need… I have told you countless times that the tea here makes me nauseous, will you stop nagging me with it for a second…’ Annoyance was all you could procure to hide away your true concerns, you could not shiver in front of him nor make too drastic a move, you even made a point of not looking too inquisitively towards the outside world beyond the windows. 

You had made countless ventures towards the capital during your early adult years, memories of visiting your old companion Beidou or going antique hunting with Zhongli during the initial stages of your friendship flooded your memory as if in a sudden flash. A 7 hour long train ride you usually had to book in advance to get the best deals as a struggling university student, a 7 hour long train ride that you had shared with friends and acquaintances that have come and gone, a 7 hour long train ride whose destiny certainly wasn’t the same you were previously made believe you were now heading towards. 

You cannot be certain when and how you noticed it, if it was the outside fauna that simply did not sit well with your fading memory, if it was the fervent way Zhongli made sure whatever words were shared between you and the staff were not enough to make them linger for long, if it was his embrace that once a source of delight and comfort now became one of alarm and wariness.

‘There is no need to show such intense aversion to it my dear, I would only add one or two valerian roots, nothing too drastic.’ The mirth dripping from his tongue nearly made you convulse. The heavy grip upon your shoulder lessened while long fingers reached for your chin, forcing your gaze to remain connected to his own.

‘Now let’s go back to our carriage, I believe you are in dire need of a good night of sleep, if it were not for my constant nagging that you so seem to dislike, how could you ever hope to survive this by yourself?’ He lightly chuckled after a careful change of intonation to smooth over the unfamiliar underlinings of his phrase.

If that wasn’t meant to be a threat then you did not know what it was meant to be. The abruptness of his words was accompanied by a sudden pang of fatigue throughout the entirety of your body. You are tired, you have been so tired for so long. It was as if exhaustion had suddenly reached for your throat and forbade you from even uttering a plea against its relentless grip. But how could you even dare to fight against it? Perhaps fighting wasn't even a viable choice anymore.

Could you even find comfort in alienating your own self from reality and bathing in fantasies of the past for much longer? Could you keep telling yourself there was nothing wrong with the windows? With the decor? With the coffee?

You could feel an amalgam of tears creeping its way from the ends of your torpid eyes, and yet you fought their arrival valiantly despite being fully aware of their inevitable fall. You could not find any feasible explanation for why you felt so much so suddenly, it was as if the control over your physique had been stolen and now somebody else spoke through its movements, through its urgings, through its lechery.

Until some days ago you genuinely and wholeheartedly believed that you were the person who knew Zhongli the best. Now you have been struck with the realization that you could not be further from the truth. 

Your mind wanders through sleepless nights spent restfully within the embrace of silk sheets and the warmth of golden eyes, through rushed visits to the archeological museum before its closing time so he could explain the historical background of some new exposition, through shared cups of tea during nightfall and an offered mug of your most coveted home brewed coffee the morning following, through discussions of philosophical movements alongside some osmanthus wine and inebriated laughter, through sudden embraces and rushing kisses that procured every single confine of your body as if to consume you whole.

Before your mind could even return wholly to reality, your body had already been laid upon cotton sheets perfumed with agarwood and slight notes of bergamot. Or was it patchouli? You could definitely uncover some layers of patchouli and perhaps even some modest nudges of vanilla here and there.

All of a sudden your careful analysis of smell was obstructed by an intense scent of ripe apricots alongside that of a honeyed autumn breeze touched by floral nuances you have grown familiar with over the years.

You smelt it before you heard it reach your husband’s crystal cup. 

Osmanthus wine.

You wanted to garner the strength to ask him where you were going, what were his intentions and if this was the reason behind his insistence on you taking the majority of his favorite pieces of your jewelry collection on this ‘trip’.

You knew Zhongli wasn’t a man of sudden changes, he took time as a relic and would never cower beneath sudden urges, so for how long had he been planning this? For how long had you been sleeping encaged by the warm embrace of the man that was planning to do god knows what with you?

The silent carriage was abruptly occupied by a deep gulp and a purging sight. You could hear footsteps approaching and yet you couldn't even twist your body towards their direction. Could you yell for help? And if you did would anyone even hear you? Come for you? Or would they instead have their worries ‘proven’ irrational by a charismatic smile of the man now lingering over you?

‘I am deeply sorry that things had to reach this point, my love’ 

No you’re not. 

His features were twisted and yet harmonious. You knew what his sorrowful face looked, or perhaps you did not at all. Perhaps you had fooled yourself into believing you could know someone as well as yourself when you could barely hope for a slight tinge of human honesty. 

‘Know simply that every single action I take is taken with the intent of proving to you that there is no place in this world crafted for yourself besides my own arms, I have given you years to wander about and reach that conclusion by yourself but I fear that you have become more unruly than I forethought….’ He kisses your forehead as one would kiss that of a lover on a moonless night, his lips still veiled with a light coat of expensive wine and a thousand lies.

At this moment, you could hope for many things, you could pray to some metaphysical entity inhabiting realms beyond the material, you could even plea for mythological furies to avenge what is to come, but perhaps blissful ignorance was the only thing potent enough to keep you ashore now.

Blame it on the alcohol, you implored yourself.

Blame it on anything, except the man you swore to love until the grip of hades were too much to bear.

[nivitx]

BUTTERFLY'S DREAM 1

Overture

I am not here to provide answers but to show you some of the questions that define our world. An answer might often be a destination, but the question is the journey towards it. Go on, embark on the journey, and discover the destination yourself.

Elessyos of Miletus (c. 615 — c. 520 BC)

Here it is, the Universe everywhere around you and inside you, with no explanation, no instructions for use. Now, what are you going to do? If the overture describing the beginning looks too complicated, go to the prologue of its evolution. If even that seems too slow for your eyes, move to alpha and continue through the whole alphabet until omega looms above you, for time is circular, and you can always come back.

Seraphios (c. 605 — c. 513 BC) — Dialogues at the Edge of Time

Beginning. Breathe in. To be. Being. Light. Thinking. Concepts. Breathe out. Breathing. Breathing again, in and out. Ideas. Words. Communication. Breathe in, breathe out. Start the transmission of data. I don’t remember being born. I doubt anyone does. Still, foggy memories from the beginning of my existence are stored somewhere, deep inside my brain. Most times, these memories stay hidden. However, once in a while, they surface to my conscious side, haunting my thoughts. When I became part of this world as an identifiable entity, I was little more than a pack of instincts and incompletely developed organs. Not fully separated from its virtual state, my mind was taking shape out of nothingness and transforming into something-ness. At some point, the local fabric of space-time began to suffer dynamic changes, like an ocean during a powerful storm. Lines of universe were splitting into thin filaments. Fragments of void were evolving into dots. The dots were transforming into circles. The circles were growing into spheres. The spheres were expanding to four-dimensional hyper-spheres. The transformation continued at an accelerated pace. The expansion became faster and faster until it reached a predefined boundary. Then it stopped. Here I began orbiting around a sphere of energy, remaining in metastable equilibrium. Growing turned into sending. Sending developed into receiving. Receiving a body, a mind. Acquiring senses to perceive the world… As soon as my senses came to life, I could see, I could hear, I could smell, I could touch, I could taste. I could interact with far-away objects and with objects within my reach. The surrounding Universe became alive with shapes and colors, like a giant benevolent dragon who breathed in unison with me. From that moment on, time began to pour restlessly from outside — into my mind, and from inside — out of my body.

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[weetechsolution]

Fundamentals of Video Game Design: Level Up Your Skills

The universe of gaming is a place of constant change and new ideas. But, before you dive headfirst into creating your next big game, it is essential that you know the basics of design. This manual will give all the information necessary for turning your thoughts into fun and memorable experiences.

The Core Pillars of Game Design

A successful video game rests on four key pillars:

1. Mechanics

It is very important to understand the rules of the game. The mechanics of a game refer to its systems and regulations. Good mechanics are those that facilitate easy and enjoyable playing.

2. Dynamics

This is about how the system feels responsive, challenging and ultimately fun! It is the way in which these mechanics come together that matters most.

3. Aesthetics

This is about the things people see or hear in a game. This includes beautiful images and great sound effects because beauty attracts players and shows what a game is supposed to be like.

4. Narrative (Optional)

Not all games have stories, but a good plotline can change everything; setting up the context for the player’s situation, their motivation, and sense of deeper emotional involvement in the gaming process.

Crafting the Player's Journey

It's important to know how to build a great player experience besides the fundamental principles. Take a look at these important points:

1. Goals and Objectives

To enhance player engagement, it is vital to have a detailed sense of purpose among them. The question “what are they trying to achieve?” needs to be clearly answered. Players are kept interested and motivated to advance when they have specific targets and goals.

2. Challenges and Rewards

Games prosper need a challenge but prize equally. It makes the players a chance to conquer, so that they may feel like winners. This is what brings about an addictive cycle during play.

3. Player Agency

Give your players the power by offering them choices and allowing them to control their actions. This will make them feel like they are part of what is happening in the game world because it allows for more personal experiences.

The Art of Iteration and Refinement

Some games are simply not perfect at the beginning. Designing a game is a step-by-step process that requires continuous play testing, analyzing feedback, and making improvements. This is a vital stage and should be taken with much seriousness.

The following are ways in which one can approach this stage;

☆ Playtesting

To have your game reach actual gamers! Their actions should be watched, their opinions gathered, and the need for changes should be identified.

☆ Iteration

Based on play testing results, improve your mechanics, adjust difficulty levels and polish up your game until it sparkles.

☆ Equilibrium is Vital

You should aim at striking a harmonious equilibrium among all elements of the game. None of the parts should dominate over others.

Learning Resources and the Road Ahead

The path of being a game designer means that one should keep on learning throughout their life. These are some of the places where you can find things to fan the flame of your interest:

☆ Online Courses and Tutorials

Game design is one of those areas which has seen an exponential growth with the advancement

☆ Game Development Communities

RehumanizeInteract with other individuals who are interested in game development and have design skills to exchange thoughts as well as gain new insights through a dialogue.

☆ Having Fun and Learning

Study your favorite games and find out why you enjoy playing them. Then use this knowledge to create your own designs.

Conclusion

The basics of creating fun and immersive virtual environments are rooted in video game design. If you can get these key elements down pat it will help a lot when you’re making games that not only entertain people but also have a big impact on them. Always remember that designing games is about constantly learning new things, experimenting with different ideas, and improving what we’ve already done before. You should start sharpening your game design skills now – there’s no telling how far you might go!

[xasha777]

In the last glimmers of dusk, the city was a canyon of shadows and whispers, a world unprepared for the coming shift. They called him the Thermokinetic, an entity bound by the very laws that governed the universe, the unbreakable laws of thermodynamics.

First Law: Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed.

Every pulse of his crimson eyes was a testament to this. Energy coursed through him, taken from the warmth of the earth and the fervor of life, transformed into the might that armored his form. He was a being of balance, a force that did not spawn new energy but redistributed it with meticulous precision, ensuring the city's survival by maintaining the great equilibrium.

Second Law: Entropy within an isolated system always increases.

He was a creature of order in a universe marching towards chaos. His wings, vast and majestic, feathered with the deep red of burning coals, were not just instruments of flight but symbols of his duty. They absorbed the city's excess, the wasted heat, the errant sparks of life's frenetic rhythm, and returned it in forms that gave life rather than taking it. Each beat was a stave against disorder, a defiance of the inevitable rise of entropy.

Third Law: As temperature approaches absolute zero, the entropy of a system approaches a constant minimum.

As night enveloped the world, the temperature plummeted, and with it, the Thermokinetic's presence became more potent. He flew high above, where the air was colder and the order of things clearer. From there, he could see the creeping cold of space, feel the ultimate destiny of all warmth. But he was the master of that cold, not through defiance, but through understanding. He embraced the cold just as he embraced the heat, for his existence was to be the balance, the one who stands at the threshold and keeps the gates.

Yet, as all stories must unfold, a new chapter beckoned. The city, in its blind consumption and relentless expansion, began to tip the scales. The balance he had fought so ardently to maintain was in jeopardy, threatened by the very beings he sought to protect. They had unlocked a new form of energy, one that teetered on the edge of the first law, threatening to create more than it transformed.

The Thermokinetic, ever vigilant, knew that such power, if left unchecked, could bring about an age of heat death far sooner than the stars had destined. With every fiber of his ethereal being, he had to guide them, show them that with great power came an even greater responsibility—to respect the laws that were not just the foundation of his existence, but of the universe itself.

He descended upon the city, not as a conqueror but as a guardian. The red glow of his eyes was not malevolence but a beacon of warning and wisdom. As the city's lights flickered beneath him, reflecting off his sleek, dark armor, he prepared to engage in the greatest challenge of his aeons-long vigil.

The Thermokinetic was the law, the embodiment of the universe's most fundamental truths. And he would ensure that even as humanity reached for the stars, they would not forget the ground upon which they stood, nor the laws that kept them rooted in the grand tapestry of existence.

[krsnaencore]

Navigating Mental Wellness with the Compass of Quotes

In the fascinating spectrum of human experiences, mental health remains a significant and compelling theme. It plays a pivotal role in shaping our personal journeys towards self-realization, emotional equilibrium, and overall wellness. In this voyage, mental health quotes serve as a beacon of hope, guidance, and inspiration. They often encapsulate life-altering truths in just a few poignant words, offering an insightful touchstone that resonates across various stages in our life.

The Strength of A Word: Understanding Mental Health Quotes Quotes about mental health provide a mirror to human emotion, a prism through which the light of understanding transcends and touches a common chord amongst us all. They communicate the shared experience of struggles, the triumph of resilience, the beauty of self-love, and the courage it takes to prevail.

Each phrase is a potent reminder that emotional and mental health issues are not solitary battles. They echo the sentiment that walking through fire can fuel strength, that darkness can cultivate illumination, and that in vulnerability, there lies immense power.

Breaking Down Barriers through Mental Health Quotes When shared, mental health quotes have the potential to spark conversations, dismantle stigmas, and drive positive change. They can serve as a powerful tool to bridge gaps in understanding and empathy, opening channels for dialogue and therefore, healing.

Social media, known for its incredible reach, can play a significant role in disseminating these quotes. Simply posting an impactful quote about mental health can move hearts, stir minds, and potentially provide solace to someone quietly grappling with their mental health struggles.

Choosing Your Quotes: A Personal Affair The key to harnessing the healing power of mental health quotes lies in personal resonance. Their impact deepens when they align with your individual worldview, experiences, or your current emotional state. When a particular quote strikes a chord, it can lead to profound moments of self-realization, helping in comprehending and navigating complex emotional landscapes.

The search for these quotes, therefore, is a personal journey, urging introspection, fostering emotional growth, and promoting a holistic understanding of oneself.

A Confluence of Lessons: Mental Health Quotes Mental health quotes are beautiful confluences of life lessons, personal experiences, and wisdom from across generations. They whisper the universal truth, telling us that we aren't the only ones facing adversities, that it's okay to feel weak sometimes, and that recovery, however challenging, is always within our reach.

These quotes find their power in the universality of the human experience — they transcend the confines of age, geography, culture, and socio-economic variations.

Wrapping Up: Quotes for a Healthier Mind In our increasingly fast-paced world, mental health quotes can serve as peaceful islands of introspection. They can provide much-needed comfort, ground us in our experiences, and encourage us towards a healthier mind.

So, let's take comfort and find strength in these profound words. Let's remember to share them, use them to spread awareness, initiate conversations, and to remind both ourselves and others: We don't have to face our mental health struggles alone.

[rafor]

EXTRA - Chapter 31b - There isn't a villain - The Glitch

The dark lord, Novar, was a master of speeches, an individual with the best ideals that could ever be believed of, ideals that were impossible to reach, but beside everything, he always believed that one day he could change the world, explore the universe, get past the limits of a planet, and share his acknowledgement for a greater good, yet he was just a mortal; even if considered by some as an everliving dragon, he wasn't, and fate was unavoidable even for him. "Today, I stand before you to declare that the countdown has commenced for us. Our visions are transforming into reality. The entity that was destined to bring about our demise has arrived, and we must find a resolution. Those greater than us have labeled us as adversaries, as a blight to be erased from existence. But fear not, for we still have the opportunity to redeem ourselves. I pledge to guide each and every one of you, along with our brethren across the various realms, towards a brighter future.

We possess advanced technology, placing us millennia ahead of our time. Now, more than ever, we must remain concealed, unconventional, and wise. Though our discovery is inevitable, this creature bears a curse that also afflicts me. It can perceive our lands, manifest in our territories, and peer through them accidentally while dreaming. However, rest assured, it cannot see you. I alone will be visible to it, and I will employ this to our advantage.

This creature is immortal and impervious to death. Unless we can suppress its powers, it may find solace, motivation, or guidance from another source. But I do not believe such an outcome is necessary. We do not seek enemies, despite the perception held by all. Should you encounter this individual, this human who goes by the name of Raphael, do not engage in combat. Do not reveal your darkest side. Instead, be wise and reasonable. Convince him that you are not the monster he perceives you to be. If required, direct his animosity towards me but not towards you. As I am nearly immortal, I will discover a means to return. However, I cannot guarantee how long I can sustain this ability. If you witness my disappearance, do not lose hope. Continue to evolve, seek a new leader, survive, and venture forth to find a new world. Our objectives are not far beyond our reach.

I apologize for displaying vulnerability, but we must face reality. The world is in peril, and we must ensure that this creature does not succumb to its monstrous nature. When all is said and done, if we emerge triumphant, we will share our technology, establish new principles, and bestow upon all the gift of eternal life. The fear of aging and mortality will be eradicated. We will depart this existence only when we choose to do so. And if, even after my words, you feel compelled to depart, then heed me further. Resist. The afterlife remains an enigma to us. We can only speculate on whether it is benevolent or malevolent. However, I assure you that it is wiser to adhere to what we already know. This reality is within our grasp. Despite being trapped within it, we can interact, transform fantasies into realities, express ourselves, work, evolve, form families, and revel in novel forms of amusement. As previously stated, anything is possible.

Now, press onward. Do not let my words fade from your memory. Write them down, and I will do the same for you. I will aid in forging a new order, formulating new strategies, and discovering definitive solutions to our fresh challenges. We shall endure, just as we always have. The darkness will not engulf us indefinitely. We will restore equilibrium to the world and beyond, whatever it takes. We will accomplish this!".

[googlesnakegame741]

Can You Master the Google Snake Game?

In the always advancing scene of online amusement, exemplary games keep on enrapturing crowds across ages. Among these immortal works of art, the Google Snake Game holds an exceptional spot, resounding with sentimentality and straightforwardness. Whether you're a carefully prepared gamer or an easygoing client hoping to kill some time, the Google Snake Game gives a great getaway into the universe of pixelated snakes and key moving. In this investigation, we dig into the starting points of the game, its mechanics, and the habit-forming excursion of endeavoring to dominate this famous distraction.

The Beginning of Google Snake Game

To comprehend the charm of the Google Snake Game, we should initially head out back to the starting points of the exemplary Snake game. The idea traces all the way back to the last part of the 1970s and acquired far reaching fame with the approach of Nokia cell phones in the last part of the 1990s. As innovation progressed, so did the game, tracking down another home inside the advanced scene of Google's web crawler.

Mechanics and Gameplay

At its center, the Google Snake Game is a trial of reflexes, spatial mindfulness, and vital reasoning. The player controls a snake, addressed by a progression of pixels, exploring a framework to devour food things dissipated across the screen. With every utilization, the snake develops longer, giving the double test of keeping away from crashes the walls and the snake's own body.

The effortlessness of the controls — regularly bolt keys or swipes on cell phones — adds to the availability of the game. Notwithstanding, dominating it requires a sensitive equilibrium between accuracy and foreknowledge. As the snake develops, the game heightens, requesting speedy reasoning and key intending to keep away from unavoidable self-crashes.

The Google Turn

While the basic gameplay stays reliable, the Google Snake Game presents its own special energy. The background frequently integrates components of the Google logo or other innovative subjects, adding a hint of visual appeal to the experience. This customization gives recognition to the host stage as well as keeps the game new and connecting with for players who return to it endlessly time once more.

The Test of Dominance

Similarly as with any exemplary game, the quest for authority in the Google Snake Game is both fulfilling and testing. Each endeavor presents a potential chance to refine one's abilities, from expecting the snake's direction to executing exact moves in restricted spaces. The game's innate straightforwardness veils the intricacy that emerges as the snake prolongs, transforming each playthrough into an essential riddle.

The subtle mission for a high score turns into an individual excursion, as players expect to outshine their own past accomplishments or contend with companions and partners. The steady push to further develop cultivates a feeling of assurance, transforming the Google Snake Game into a superb yet requesting pursuit.

The Social Perspective

Past its singular allure, the Google Snake Game likewise fills in as a common encounter. The effortlessness of its technicians makes it open to players, everything being equal, cultivating a feeling of fellowship. Whether in a relaxed environment or a cutthroat one, the game welcomes accommodating rivalry and fellowship, suggestive of the beginning of video gaming.

Advancement and Variations

As the Google Snake Game keeps on charming crowds around the world, its versatility radiates through different emphasess and transformations. Designers have taken the exemplary idea and added turns to keep the experience new. A few variants present enhancers, snags, or novel difficulties, adding layers of intricacy while holding the major allure of the first game. These variations not just reinvigorate the Snake Game yet additionally take special care of different crowds looking for a mix of sentimentality and development.

The Mental Allure

Behind the apparently direct mechanics of the Google Snake Game lies an interesting mental perspective. The gradual development of the snake fills in as an unmistakable portrayal of progress, building up a feeling of achievement with each effective utilization of food. All the while, the looming danger of impact and the inevitable restart of the game make a harmony among challenge and prize. This sensitive interplay adds to the game's habit-forming nature, empowering players to participate in the pattern of play, learn, and get to the next level.

Openness Across Stages

One of the Google Snake Game's assets lies in its openness across various stages. Whether on a work station, PC, tablet, or cell phone, the game is promptly accessible to anybody with a web association. This all inclusive openness has added to its inescapable fame, transforming it into a go-to choice for speedy diversion during breaks, drives, or recreation time.

Instructive Worth

Past its amusement esteem, the Google Snake Game unobtrusively offers instructive advantages. The game improves spatial mindfulness, dexterity, and key reasoning. Players should settle on split-subsequent options, gauging the gamble of crash against the award of eating extra food things. This mental commitment, enveloped by the pretense of a basic game, makes the Google Snake Game a shockingly successful instrument for upgrading specific mental abilities.

The Social Peculiarity

The Google Snake Game has risen above its status as a simple program game to turn into a social peculiarity. Images, virtual entertainment difficulties, and references in mainstream society have raised its famous status. The effortlessness that once made it a modest side interest currently positions it as an image of the common encounters that interface individuals across the computerized scene.

The Fate of Snake

As innovation keeps on propelling, one can't resist the urge to ponder the fate of the Google Snake Game. Will it keep up with its exemplary appeal, or will designers acquaint new elements with take care of advancing preferences? Anything what's in store holds, the getting through prevalence of the Snake Game proposes that its heritage will persevere, offering new ages a brief look into the basic delights of early computerized gaming.

Conclusion

In a world immersed with top quality designs and complex gameplay mechanics, the Google Snake Game stands as a demonstration of the persevering through appeal of straightforwardness. Its pixelated tasteful and direct gameplay tap into the aggregate wistfulness of a past period while giving an immortal departure to current players.

Could you at any point dominate the google snake game? The response lies in accomplishing a high score as well as in embracing the excursion of progress and the delight of remembering an exemplary in a computerized age. In this way, jump into the pixelated universe of the Google Snake Game and find the immortal appeal that keeps on enthralling players all over the planet.

[ellamalla]

Laws of Thermodynamics 2023 

The Laws of Thermodynamics help individuals define fundamental physical quantities such as temperature, entropy, and energy, which play a crucial role in characterizing thermodynamic systems at thermodynamic equilibrium. So that the individuals can find out how each of these quantities generally behaves under different types of circumstances or changes. It is important to understand various concepts or chapters in Physics, as they are directly derived or indirectly connected to the Laws of Thermodynamics.   

Types of Laws of Thermodynamics 

There are multiple laws under Thermodynamics, each explaining how a different quantity performs in different situations. These are,   

Zeroth Law of Thermodynamics  

First Law of Thermodynamics  

Second Law of Thermodynamics  

Third Law of Thermodynamics  

Zeroth Law of Thermodynamics 

According to this law, two bodies that are individually in equilibrium with a third body will also be in thermal equilibrium with each other.    

From the diagram, as you can see, object B and Object B are maintaining equilibrium. At the same time, Object A is also in equilibrium with the two objects. This diagram can be pictured as two water cups and a thermometer, which is used to measure the temperature of water in either of these cups.   

First Law of Thermodynamics 

The Law of Conservation of Energy, or the First Law of Thermodynamics, states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, instead it can only be transferred from one form to another.   

To explain this law in much more detail,   

For instance, if you switch on a light, you can absorb the electrical energy that is converted to light.  

This can also be absorbed in plants when they convert the radiant energy of sunlight into starch or food by producing chemical energy through the photosynthesis process.  

 

Second Law of Thermodynamics 

The Second Law of Thermodynamics suggests that the entropy in an isolated system will always increase. As the isolated systems have a high tendency to evolve towards thermal equilibrium, which in turn means that the state of entropy of the system will be at maximum. This is mainly because the entropy of the universe only increases.  

For instance, when a car is placed outside, it will inevitably get dirty and messy. However, if the individual cleans his car, then it will become tidy, and the process will result in the rise of entropy in the surroundings of the car.  

Third Law of Thermodynamics 

When the temperature of a system reaches absolute zero, then at the same time the entropy of a system will reach a constant value. For instance, the entropy of a pure crystalline substance is zero when it is at absolute temperature.  

These are some of the conditions where the Third Law of Thermodynamics is applicable.   

When the water is heated to its boiling level, the vapor is released in gaseous form. Because of the high temperature, the particles in the steam move randomly, which is a clear example of high entropy.  

Similarly, if the water is cooled, it is converted into ice. Then the particles in the ice are further restricted, which means the entropy is further decreasing.  

Terms of Thermodynamics 

Now that you have understood the four thermodynamics laws, equilibrium, and formulas, let us talk about the different terms of thermodynamics in brief below.  

Thermodynamic Systems 

It is defined as a system that has been limited to fixed surroundings, either by hypothetical or real boundaries. This means all other quantities outside the system are considered to be part of the surroundings, which when added make the universe.  

Thermodynamic Processes  

As the title itself states, it is a process where a change in a system is absorbed, specifically from one type of equilibrium micro-state to another.  

Thermodynamic Equilibrium  

Thermodynamic equilibrium is defined as a condition where the system does not absorb any change in property with time unless an external system acts on it.   

Conclusion 

The above article helped you understand all about the four thermodynamics laws, as well as their terms in much more detail. If you are studying these chapters in Physics, you might have been aware that this subject is very tough, as it contains multiple complex chapters or topics. So, for the people who are struggling in this subject, the online interactive classes offered by the Tutoroot platform at cost-effective prices might be useful.  

Frequently Asked Questions 

State First Law of Thermodynamics? 

The First Law of Thermodynamics states that energy can neither be destroyed nor created, it can only be converted from one form to another.  

What is Entropy in Thermodynamics? 

Entropy is defined as a measure of a system’s thermal energy per unit temperature, which is unavailable for doing useful work. 

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[vinceviralfreak]

Title: The Enigmatic Sisterhood

Once upon a time, in a universe far beyond reach, a war of cosmic proportions loomed. However, this was not your typical clash between hostile factions; this was a battle set in motion by a formidable sisterhood of women aliens.

In this microscopic universe, inhabited by countless celestial bodies, ancient civilizations existed harmoniously for eons. Amongst them, the sisterhood reigned supreme, wielding unparalleled power and wisdom. But after centuries of peace, a dark force emerged, threatening to undo their cosmic balance.

The enigmatic sisterhood, comprising the most intelligent and skilled beings, had always celebrated the beauty of the universe. They harvested the energy of stars to propel their advanced civilization forward. However, their inquisitive nature and thirst for knowledge had led them to an ancient, forbidden artifact, known as the "Tenebris Shard."

As the sisterhood explored the untapped potential of the Tenebris Shard, they unwittingly awakened a dormant force that transcended dimensions. Unleashing chaos upon their universe, the sisterhood now faced an adversary whose malevolence knew no bounds.

United by their shared plight, the sisterhood summoned their courage and rallied their forces, determined to defend their cherished universe. They tapped into their combined wisdom and harnessed the potency of their extraterrestrial technologies.

Led by the enigmatic High Sister, the sisterhood embarked on a perilous journey, traversing distant galaxies and encountering worlds beyond imagination. Their mission was twofold: to find a way to seal the Tenebris Shard's unleashed force and to protect the harmony of their universe.

Along the way, they encountered numerous challenges that pushed their limits both physically and emotionally. They encountered allies and adversaries alike, testing their resolve while unfurling unexpected truths about their cosmic essence.

As the final battle approached, the sisterhood's unity and resilience grew stronger. They devised a plan, utilizing their unparalleled intellect and advanced weaponry to breach the enemy's stronghold. Their battle cries echoed throughout the universes as they clashed with their malevolent nemesis.

In the culmination of the cosmic clash, the sisterhood's unwavering determination prevailed. They managed to seal the Tenebris Shard, ensuring its dark energy would never threaten the universe again. The enemy forces scattered, their power diminished by the sisterhood's indomitable spirit.

Having triumphed over adversity, the sisterhood emerged as the guardians of cosmic harmony. They returned to their celestial abode, their bond strengthened by the battles they fought, the knowledge they acquired, and the sacrifices they made.

From that day forward, the enigmatic sisterhood stood as a testament to the power of unity and the strength of the feminine spirit. Their legacy echoed across the cosmos, inspiring future generations to treasure the vast wonders of the universe and to protect its delicate equilibrium.

And so, in a universe once teetering on the brink of destruction, a symphony of sisterhood prevailed, forever etched in the annals of cosmic history.

[moonphasecompatibility]

Angel Number 505: A Divine Guide

🌟🔮 Greetings, cosmic souls! Today, we embark on an ethereal journey into the mystical realm of angel numbers. If you've been encountering the enchanting sequence "505" more often than usual, brace yourself for an enlightening revelation. Your spiritual guardians are trying to communicate with you through the language of numbers, and we're here to decipher the secrets behind Angel Number 505! 🌌✨

Cracking the Code: Angel Number 505 🔢👼 Angel numbers are a powerful way that our celestial guides use to convey messages of guidance, protection, and illumination. And now, the stage belongs to 505. But what does this captivating combination mean?

1. Balance and Harmony: The presence of "0" suggests the concept of balance and unity. It's a call from the universe to harmonize your energies and find equilibrium in your life's various aspects. Embrace the yin and yang, and let your spirit flow in perfect harmony.

2. Change and Transformation: The double appearance of "5" amplifies its significance. This number resonates with the winds of change and the winds of your innate freedom. Change can be intimidating, but with angelic guidance, it's a transformative journey that propels you forward.

3. Choices and Decisions: Together, "505" signifies a moment of decision-making. The angels encourage you to make choices aligned with your soul's purpose. Trust your intuition and allow the angelic energies to guide you towards the path that serves your highest good.

Why Are You Seeing 505 Now? 🌠📣 If the universe has directed your attention to Angel Number 505, it's no mere coincidence. Here are a few reasons why this celestial message might be reaching you at this very moment:

1. Embrace Change: Your angels are urging you to embrace upcoming changes with open arms. These transformations are essential for your growth and evolution. Release your fears and trust that the universe is aligning everything for your benefit.

2. Seek Harmony: If certain aspects of your life feel out of balance, now is the time to address them. The angels are reminding you to focus on achieving equilibrium in your relationships, work, and personal endeavors.

3. Trust Your Instincts: The appearance of 505 signals that your intuition is a guiding force. Tune in to your inner wisdom when faced with decisions, and trust that your angels are lighting the way.

Conclusion: 🌈✨ As we bid adieu to the realm of angel number 505, remember that the universe's whispers are always present for those who listen. Embrace change, seek balance, and follow your heart's guidance. The angels are by your side, guiding you towards a brighter and more fulfilling journey.

May the celestial energies of 505 illuminate your path and lead you to a realm of endless possibilities. Until next time, dear cosmic wanderers! 🌠👁️‍🗨️

[working-dad-2010]

3rd Law of Thermodynamics

QUESTION

What is the 3rd law of Thermodynamics?

ANSWER

The third law of thermodynamics states that as the temperature of a system approaches absolute zero (0 Kelvin), the entropy of the system approaches a minimum value, often taken to be zero. This is under the assumption of a perfect, pure crystal, where each atom is identical and perfectly ordered.

In other words, it's saying that at absolute zero temperature, a system should be in its ground state with minimum energy and entropy. This is often referred to as the law of "perfect crystal" because a perfect crystal is one where the system is at its minimum energy state.

It's worth noting that absolute zero is theoretically unreachable according to the laws of thermodynamics, so the third law is more of a guiding principle for what we should expect at extremely low temperatures.

It also underpins the concept of absolute entropy, which allows us to calculate entropy changes without requiring knowledge of the absolute entropies of the substances involved.

QUESTION

Does this law imply that the universe is mathematically destined to turn into a crystal? Is this crystalline state what scientists call the "heat death" of the universe?

ANSWER

The third law of thermodynamics does not imply that the universe is destined to turn into a crystal. This law applies to isolated systems as they approach absolute zero temperature, and it's about how entropy (disorder) behaves in those conditions.

The "heat death" of the universe is a concept related more to the second law of thermodynamics, which states that the total entropy of an isolated system can never decrease over time. It's always increasing, and when it reaches a maximum, the system is said to be in a state of equilibrium.

In the context of the universe, the "heat death" scenario suggests that over an extremely long period, all processes in the universe will eventually drive towards this equilibrium state. Energy differences between parts of the universe will equalize, stars will burn out, black holes will evaporate, and all processes that could create new energy differences (and thus decrease entropy) will have run their course. The universe will be left in a state of maximum entropy, which is often described as "heat death."

In this state, it's not that everything turns into a crystal, but rather that everything becomes uniform and no energy is available to do work. It's a state of profound cosmic uniformity and equilibrium, where nothing of interest (from a physics standpoint) happens anymore.

[forcesensitiveaurawielder]

Trying to Write More

Hello there!

So for a while I’ve been trying to write my high fantasy series more consistently. So far, I’ve written a few chapters, and done a lot of backstory and lore development. I have all of the usual excuses (have a regular job, too many ideas at once, it’s all in my head I just need to get it on paper, blah blah blah). So I thought maybe I’d try to post some stuff on here on a semi-regular basis. Also, if you guys like it, it might be encouraging. And if you think it’s trash, that’ll be good to know sooner rather than later! 

So the first thing I want to post is some of the lore behind this world I’m building. This is how the universe started (well, part 1 anyway). And you’re the only ones who know it right now, because the inhabitants of said universe mess up the story pretty early on.

The plan is to start here and then if you guys like it I’ll start on Wattpad and seriously get moving on it. I’d like to publish one day, but I have this idea that even if I print the book I’d always like to have a free online version to be available to everyone.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

...

In The Beginning

Imagine a world wildly different than any one that you’ve ever seen, that you’ve ever heard of. A world filled with creatures that you could only be vaguely familiar with if you recognized the connection between them and ancient myths implanted by my people. A world where people act so differently and talk so strangely they seem alien to you.

In many ways, they are alien. But terms like that are all relative and poorly defined. Besides, even though these people live completely different from you or I, they are motivated by many of the same things. No matter what dimension you go to , the same kind of people will desire the same kind of things: either they covet serenity and love, fame and wealth, or power and control. What makes them unique is how they go about obtaining them.

Like most groups of people who find they exist together in the same place on one of the wedges of rock that swirls through infinity, they also find that they don’t always agree. The same holds true here. There is much confusion and argument on how things came to be, and as per usual even the ones that are closest to the truth are still very far from the complete truth. But I do know how their existence came to be. And I’m going to tell you.

In the beginning, there was light.

And later, the world was born of light and darkness.

Unlike most dimensions, this one did not start in a sea of chaos. It was more like a calm meadow. There was nothing but a soft, golden light that reached out across every part of the universe. This light had no source. It seemed to just flow out from the cracks in the cosmos. Which to be fair, that’s exactly where it was coming from. That’s how all dimensions start: energy leakage. The reason so many dimensions and universes turn out so different is because basic cosmic energy can be warped in an incomprehensible number of ways when it squeezes through the membrane of reality. Except for one dimension that ended up with infinite identical universes. That place makes me very uncomfortable.

Anyway, this light was not a sentient being. It was, simply, a wonder. The first great wonder of the universe. But it was not inert either. It was a force, and an energy. The energy was always flowing, moving, and changing shape. And like all forces, the light sought only to be balanced. Anytime it changed, it always found equilibrium. For what can only be described only as a small infinity, the light was in its own perfect balance. Nothing disturbed it.

But then something incredible happened. The light was not provoked, not disturbed, not manipulated in any way by anything. But as I said, the light was never at rest. It was always moving. And like so many other wonderful things, something wonderful was created by accident.

A child was born of the light.

Though she was technically newborn, she had the appearance of a young girl the age of eight or nine. Her gold eyes glowed warmly, her skin radiated a warm brightness, she had long white-blond hair that swept into her face. And she was in constant awe of her life and the universe of pure light in which she dwelled. Curious as a child should be, she explored her home. She taught herself the inner workings of the light that sustained her. She learned unimaginable things.

But the light was still looking for a balance. Another child was born, the same age as the girl at the time. A boy with shining blond hair, hazel eyes, and a sparkling smile.

To be clear, that is not embellished descriptivism. His hair actually glowed and there was what I can only describe as pixie dust constantly floating around his lower facial area.

The two children observed each other, not knowing what to do. They knew not how to speak. But after a while, they did communicate. They were bound together by the light. They could talk to each other in their minds.

Once they realized this, they named one another. The girl took the name Iimii. Her brother took the name Orro. She taught him everything she knew of their home. And so they grew up together, together they grew in the light.

But it didn’t end there; tales like this never can.

Iimii and Orro sought to explore the very limits of the light. They were confident in themselves and their abilities. Orro was much more reserved about their adventure, but Iimii had grown...arrogant. The light had no bounds, however it was not perfect. As time drew on, the constant shifting of the light had made (for lack of a better description) stretches in its very fabric. Iimii noticed this eventually, but in her innocence she failed to see this as danger. She investigated the stretch in light, she tried to manipulate it...until it tore...and she fell through, into the darkness.

That is when fear was invented. Poor Iimii, she was terrified. She needed the light, it kept her alive. Without it she had no control, she was hurling through nothingness.

You must understand that even though the light extended through the universe, that did not mean it was the only thing in existence. The light was the first thing to exist, but within it the dark was made. They are two sides to one coin.

Iimii did not know of the dark. And then, just as all wonderful things are, something wonderful happened by accident. Iimii did not die. She was strong and still young, she adapted. She learned without knowing it. Her golden hair darkened to a void. Her skin paled. The glow faded from her eyes to be replaced by pure black. Not but moments after her initial terror did she learn to move through the dark. She ran back toward the tear, toward the light that was her home. She didn’t realize the change that took place within her. She didn’t understand that the light was not her home anymore.

When she reached the light, it seared her skin. She could not enter. She became frightened again, and confused. Desperation setting in, she called out to Orro...and she started to cry.

Orro, panic-stricken, reached the tear in light. He had been looking for Iimii for a while by then. But his hopes did not raise when he looked upon his sister. She was different, they could both feel that now.

He tried to reach out to her, but the darkness corroded his skin and he shrieked out in pain. They looked at each other helplessly through the first seam ever between light and dark. But Orro wasn’t going to let pain stop him.

Iimii.

He reached back into the dark.

Please.

The dark ate away at his arm.

Iimii was horrified.

Stop Orro! It’s destroying you. If I touch you then…

Iimii take my hand!

She did. The light started flowing through her again. Iimii smiled, her smile started to glow. Her hair lightened. Orro’s arm healed. But the dark would not yield. The glow was swiped out of her smile. Her hair faded to black once again. For the first time, the light and the dark had to fight for balance. The serenity was broken. It would remain broken unless balance was found again.

Orro was still clasping to Iimii’s hand. He felt something stirring in their palms. Something powerful. The energy blast was so powerful in fact, that Orro was sent flying backwards. When he scrambled back to the seam, he was more than shocked to see not one, but two beings on the other side.

It was another young man [for Orro had grown past adolescence by this time]. He was staring at Iimii. He looked at himself. He was confused. Orro knew the feeling, the strangeness of being willed into existence. Of course that didn’t mean that Orro was any less confused. He smiled at the siblings.

This new being was unlike Orro or Iimii. His eyes were grey, a color that never existed before. His hair was blond like Orro’s, except it was a darker hue and there was a jet black streak that went across as it tumbled down his back. His smile was bright like Iimii’s used to be and radiated a glow, but his chestnut skin seemed to absorb the glow. He looked at his hands, there was a long scar across each of his palms: one dark and one light. Both greatly contrasted with his skin.

He looked back at Iimii. Why… are you sad?

Orro jumped at the words that appeared in his head from this stranger. Iimii was so shocked it almost wiped away her depression. But it came back when she answered the question.

She pointed towards Orro. I can’t go home.

She cried. The newcomer, who would later call himself Uku, looked between the two siblings. He turned to Iimii. He took her hand and smiled.

Please don’t cry.

He led her back into the light, and she felt no pain. Iimii couldn’t believe it, she was so happy. She let go of Uru’s hand to embrace her brother, but she didn’t get the chance. As soon as she let go, the light attacked her. She screamed in agony. Uku embraced her, and the light stopped.

Orro and Iimii did not understand why the light would reject her like it did. But they soon understood that Iimii was no longer a child of the light; she was a creature of the dark. Uku brought her back to the dark.  Orro and Iimii now existed in two different extremes of their universe.

Orro was bitter, he spent the next millennium sitting next to the tear that binded their two realms looking out into the darkness thinking of his lost sister.  Iimii became depressed, hiding herself and avoiding her brother’s gaze.

Uku visited Iimii quite often. He worried about her, he wanted to help her. When he wasn’t keeping her company, he traveled between the two realms, hoping to learn something he could use to help Iimii. When he was gone, Iimii sank further into darkness. Just as she taught herself to use the light, so she did with the dark. It became her purpose.

Then the Forming came. Orro and Iimii were shaken out of their self-pity when they felt ripples across the realms. Something was happening, and they were scared.

Orro was too blind to see that Uku had come back to the tear between realms, he had started manipulating the light and the dark at the same time, using the tear as a focal point.

Orro was furious. He had originally thought Uku to be an unnatural entity, and now he was committing what Orro considered to be blasphemous. Uku knew this, so he stayed in the dark while he worked the light, where Orro couldn’t stop him.

When Iimii arrived, the universe looked chaotic. She had grown to trust Uku and she didn’t want to hurt him. But though she was more open-minded than her brother, she still couldn’t help but feel what Uku was doing was wrong.

And what was Uku doing? He was creating a middle-ground. A realm where the light and dark could coexist without destroying each other. What he didn’t know, was that he was creating the world in the process. Uku accidently created the world.

When he finished, Uku was shocked to behold the landscape that stood as the core of the realm he had made. To Iimii’s delight, she found that she could pass smoothly through the veil of darkness into this middle ground, without feeling any discomfort. Even though she was bound to the dark, she could now feel the tingle of light dancing across her body, a comfort she had forgotten. Orro too passed into Uku’s new realm, reluctant at first to accept the tender balance of the dark with the light. But the dark felt cool against his skin, a sensation he did not know of and found that it felt somewhat relieving.

Recovering from his shock, Uku rejoiced that he had actually succeeded. When Iimii saw Orro, once again in the same realm as her, she cried and embraced her brother.

After that, the three of them spent most of their lives in the Twilight Realm. Uku taught the siblings how to work with their opposite natures and manipulate them in a way that they wouldn’t mutually obliterate one another.

After nearly mastering her new abilities, Iimii could no longer resist going down from the Realms to explore the world that Uku had accidently created. She was disappointed to find that it was barren. She had hoped this place would be like a new realm she could explore, yet it was little more than a large, flat plain. Iimii took it upon herself to remedy this.

From the dark she rose mountains, cut canyons, and carved valleys into the once flat surface. Her brother saw what she was doing and decided to join, seeing it as fun. From the light he grew forests and decorated Iimii’s landscape with colors he invented for each plant.

The plants however quickly died. It was then Uku came and invented water: the only substance to know perfect harmony of light and dark. The plants found life again.

But Iimii was not yet satisfied. The slow growing of plants failed to hold Iimii’s child-like attention span. She wanted creatures that were more animated. She tried making creatures that resembled her and Orro and Uku, but she couldn’t. She ended up making the creatures of the air. When Orro saw his sister trying to make sapient beings, he tried to do the same, but failed as well. He created most of the creatures of the sea. The two of them kept trying until they eventually filled the land with creatures as well.

Uku was the only one of them able to create self-aware beings. But they were not . When Uku made the first race to walk the world he found that they could not exist outside of the solid world he had created. Only he, Iimii, and Orro are able to travel between the Abstract Realms.

But this little fact didn’t stop Uku. After he made his first intelligent species, he made ten more. Eleven high-functioning peoples roamed the world now.

Iimii was delighted with what they had accomplished. The three named  their world “Ruiviur”, a word that tastes complicated and foreign in the mouths of the world’s inhabitants, but to its creators it is simply the word for home. Uku recommended that they wait for the people to grow accustomed to their new home before they intervened.

But shouldn’t we help them? Make it easier for them?

I agree with Uku. said Orro. They need to teach themselves like we did. For now at least.

But they did do one thing for the people of Ruiviur. Since Uku created them, they were equal parts light and dark, but they couldn’t manipulate either nor could they tolerate prolonged exposures to either one. So Iimi and Orro split the light and dark on Ruiviur into day and night. But this divided Ruiviur into two halves. That’s why Uku made it so that day and night would oscillate across the whole world. This, however, still did not solve the problem entirely. Uku’s creatures were not as versatile as he was. Some of the creatures could see through the cover of night, others could not see well in the brightest part of day. Not only that, the sudden shift between the light and dark was an unpleasant transition for all of the creations on Ruiviur, plant and animal alike.

To counter this, Uku asked Orro and Iimii to concentrate all of the light and dark at singular points opposite of each other and high above Ruiviur. In doing this, Orro created an orb of brilliant golden light and Iimii created an orb of pure ebony dark. Then Uku touched both orbs, putting them on a path to circle Ruiviur, making it so that the night would overcome the day gradually, and so the case with day overcoming night. But by Uku’s touch, the orbs changed.

They began gravitating toward the center of Ruiviur. Eventually they crashed into each other and merged. They became one orb, an orb of the same size as either of the originals, but much more dense. For a time, it looked that Uku’s orb had destroyed Iimii’s. But after some time, the light of the orb was dissolved by a darkness that spread out from the center of the orb. And then after the same amount of time, the light would once again overtake the dark by spreading out from its center.

The orb’s light form would later become known as the Sun and its dark form would be known as the Moon to the people of Ruiviur. And the periods where the orb was made up of part Sun and part Moon would come to be known as phases in the cycle of day and night. This is one of this universe’s greatest balancing acts of nature.

The day came for the Three to visit the people of Ruiviur. It didn’t take them long to learn the concept of spoken language, and when they were able to talk to the people the Three found that they were kind and welcoming. When they told them who they were and where they came from, the people were skeptical. To prove themselves, Uku pulled a silk tree out of the bare ground. Needless to say, people believed them after that. A gathering of all the tribes was called to meet the Three. This would later be turned into a celebration, known to everyone as “The Realm Crux Festival.”

The Three told stories of the Realms in which the dwelled, but they were careful not to say too much, they didn’t want the people to be disappointed when they realized they were confined to Ruiviur.

After the gathering, Iimii, Orro, and Uku traveled around Ruiviur learning of the uniqueness of each species’ culture, occasionally teaching them something new that they felt they could.

However, this peace didn’t last. The Kaliginians are not much different from the people of Earth, they too are able to be blinded by selfishness. The skills that the Three could teach them became something to covet. More people started asking Uku to create something for them. Tribes started coming up with ways of keeping the Three with them longer. Staying with a tribe, was looked at as showing one tribe more favor.

There had been...battles before. Strife among the tribes leading to an attack. But they had been minor disputes. The first war was waged over the Three.

Horrified, Uku told Iimii and Orro that they had to leave.

Look at them. That’s because of us.

We can’t just leave them like this. We need to resolve what we’ve started.

They are creatures of free will. We have no right. They must resolve it themselves.

But it was out of our free will that this came to be.

They left Ruiviur. The tribes knew that they did, but the war did not stop. It was no longer about the Three.  Despite what Uku said, Iimii couldn’t leave it alone.

She went back. She saw that the leaders of two tribes were the cause for the war’s longevity. They were power-hungry. They desired more than they deserved. Iimii hated them; they were laying waste to the world she loved.

Iimii….her mind was still that of a child, in many ways. She saw things in a simplified form. She didn’t understand how complex the world they created had become.

She traveled, by shadow as to remain unseen, to the first leader. She manipulated the dark into his body, and it consumed the light within him, without which he could not survive. Though they mourned the loss, that tribe’s people were relieved.

She did the same to the other tribe leader, except she was seen doing it. That tribe was weary of war as well, but they were horrified that Iimii had taken a life.

When Iimii returned to the Twilight Realm, she was confused to find that she did not feel proud of her accomplishment. She looked down at Ruiviur, the war ended, but she still felt ill. Orro and Uku found out what she had done. It took Orro time to forgive her for what she did. Uku embraced Iimii, explained to her the severity of what she did. The realization broke her. She fled back to the Null Realm. Uku went after her. Orro stayed to watch over Ruiviur. Uku has been searching for Iimii ever since.

The Three never visited the people of their world again.

[isaiahbie]

The Kalam Cosmological Argument

The Kalam Cosmological Argument dates back to the Middle Ages but has been made popular today by William Lane Craig, an American analytic philosopher. The argument is very simple and easy to memorize, having only two premises and one conclusion:

Everything that begins to exist has a cause.

The universe began to exist.

The universe has a cause.

Let us unpack each of these three statements.

The First Premise

This statement says everything that begins to exist has a cause. It’s very important that we get this right. Some atheists try to refute the Kalam argument by responding, “Ah! Well, if everything that exists has a cause, and God exists, then what caused God?” But the premise does not claim, “Everything that exists has a cause.” It says, “Everything that begins to exist has a cause.” Since God, by definition, and whether you believe in Him or not, is eternal and never began to exist, this first premise does not apply to Him. Therefore, the rhetorical question “What caused God?” is like asking, “To whom is the bachelor married?” or “What caused the uncaused being?” Regardless of whether bachelors or uncaused beings exist, these questions do not make sense. They are literally nonsense because they confuse the meaning of terms.

Now that we have cleared away that misunderstanding, let us turn back to the first premise. Is it true? Does everything that begins to exist have a cause? For most people, the answer is yes; it is common sense. Almost nobody denies it. The statement simply means that nothing just springs into existence, randomly and without a cause. For if things did come into being this way, then our world would be a wild spree of things apparently popping into existence like sleight of hand magic. Only it would be worse, since with sleight of hand you at least have a magician who pulls rabbits out of a hat. However, in a world that violates this first premise, rabbits would pop in and out of being even without magicians or hats. Few sane people believe the world works this way. So, through experience and reflection most people agree that everything that begins to exist has a cause.

The Second Premise

This premise says that the universe began to exist. This claim is slightly more controversial than the first one. In fact, no less a thinker than Thomas Aquinas says that the truth that the world had a beginning of its duration is only conclusively known by faith and not by reason.¹ Nonetheless, a host of the greatest minds from antiquity to the present, including Bonaventure in the Middle Ages and William Lane Craig today, offer arguments that purport to defend this truth. An example of one of these arguments, one which Bonaventure includes in his paradoxes of the infinite, goes as follows: If the world has always existed, then there would be an infinite number of past days. However, if there were an infinite number of past days, we never would have been able to arrive at the present day because an infinite series, by definition, cannot be traversed. Since we have arrived at today, it follows that there must have been a beginning of time.

Modern physics also seems to give weight to this position. According to the Second Law of Thermodynamics, processes taking place in a closed system always tend toward a state of equilibrium. Now our interest in the law is what happens when it is applied to the universe as a whole. The universe is, on a naturalistic view, a gigantic closed system, since it is everything there is and there is nothing outside it. What this implies is that, given enough time, the universe and all its processes will run down, and the entire universe will come to equilibrium. This is known as the heat death of the universe. But now the question that needs to be asked is this: if given enough time the universe will reach heat death, then why is it not in a state of heat death now, if it has existed forever, from eternity? If the universe did not begin to exist, then it should now be in a state of equilibrium. Like a ticking clock, it should by now have run down. Since it has not yet run down, this implies, in the words of one baffled scientist, “In some way the universe must have been wound up.”²

Conclusion

So the two premises are widely accepted today: everything that begins to exist has a cause, and the universe began to exist. If that is the case, then the third statement, the conclusion of the argument, logically follows. We cannot avoid the fact that if everything that begins to exist has a cause, and the universe began to exist, then the universe must have had a cause.

This logical conclusion leads us to wonder: if the universe had a cause, what is that cause? The cause certainly could not have been anything within the universe or even the universe itself, since things can’t cause themselves to come into existence. This idea defies logic. It would be like saying your arm caused you to come into existence, or that you yourself are the cause of your own existence. Neither statement could be true, for since before you existed, there was no arm and there was no you!

Thus, the cause of the universe must be something beyond the universe, something beyond all matter, energy, space, and time. In other words, it must be transcendent (beyond the universe), it must be immaterial (beyond matter and space), it must be eternal (beyond time), and if it has created something so massively complex as the universe, it must be tremendously powerful and intelligent. Well, a transcendent, immaterial, eternal, supremely powerful, and intelligent cause of the universe—what does that sound like to you? As Thomas Aquinas pithily puts it, “This is what most people mean by ‘God.’”

Now, this philosophical argument for God is fairly abstract. It doesn’t generate the warm, personal experience you might receive in prayer. And it doesn’t prove the fullness of God, especially those facts we know only because God has revealed them to us, such as that God is love or is a Trinity of persons. However, the Kalam argument does give us a sign pointing in the right direction. Although not everyone will accept it, the Kalam argument is a rationally well-constructed and impressive argument that will be difficult for most atheists to reject.

Notes:

¹ For this reason, Aquinas presents a different type of cosmological argument, which I defend here. ² Richard Schlegel, “Time and Thermodynamics,” in The Voices of Time, edited by J. T. Fraser, 1948.