Second law of Aliciadynamics

I looked behind me on the highway and saw a car with one headlight, looking menacing, like an adult with a missing front tooth.

That specter of permanence again -- a child with a missing tooth? Cute, because a new one will grow in, and isn't she growing up so fast? An adult with a missing tooth? Threatening, signaling loss and the need for repair.

I unthinkingly drift back to 55 mph from the ten miles over I usually drive, and when I look down and see the speedometer hovering at 56 or 57, it hits me: This is my entropy.

I don't degrade into chaos. I degrade into structure and rules.

Maybe this is what it means to be an evangelical.