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[Music] a roman bishop sits in the window of his episcopal home on the north african coast it is late afternoon he looks out at the sun setting over the mediterranean and watches the waves break along the shore sand piling into disordered heaps when the sun sets it will be time to light the lamps if he wants to continue his work he is augustine of hippo theologian philosopher and saint famed for his five million words of writing that have survived to the modern age he longs for the golden light to remain for time to pause or even run backwards what might that look like he considers the sun would rise from the horizon not so different to the glory of a dawn but all else would seem very strange the waves crashing on the beach must collect and assemble themselves in the most unnatural fashion with water droplets rising towards one another into a teetering pile before retreating back out to sea it seems to violate the lord's natural order and augustine shies away from the discomforting thought what then if he could witness time laid out before him moving forward inexorably from one moment to the next the waves would crash unceasingly on the shore advancing on the bustling town until it reduced his home to little more than a heap of rubble and sand as his quill drips ink onto the parchment augustine's mind wanders to see time itself advancing ruining all in its path spreading its relentless chaos the present world of man crumbles to meaningless piles the thriving natural world eventually decays to nothing more than dust in the wind and in the sky stars wink out one by one until there is nothing left by which to measure the passing moments with nothing more for time to devour would this finally be the end of the voracious beast itself what then is time if not the inevitable march of disorder the inevitable destruction of god's structured universe into nothing more than an eternal pile of sand shaking himself from the darkness of his waking dream augustine finds it truly is darkening outside with the last glimmers of the setting sun he breathes deeply and scratches out his final words for the day what then is time but had augustine really been able to see into the future and probe the minds of modern scholars he would have seen that his dark imaginings were not only accurate but substantiated by the highest theoretical physics and cosmology the hungry beast of time powered by ever-growing entropy is unstoppable and relentless it is driven not by some demon bent on destruction but by the unassailable forces of mathematics that have gripped the cosmos from its first moments to its inevitable end this entropy bound up in the mathematics of particles and energy powers the arrow of time forcing our eyes forward into a future that is unavoidable as it is disturbing and the past...