Another Place Another Time: How entropy tears us apart

Let's say one day you had a beautiful experience... moments spent with somebody or something at a certain place at a certain time. The trouble with these moments is that they are so captivating that you can hardly disengage and think about them consciously while you live through them. Your acute awareness of just how beautiful they were comes afterwords when the moments are gone, predominantly with a sharp pain that you cannot relive them again. You return to your home and the days go by. You try to walk down the memory lane, trying your best to savor the vividness of your memory but deep down you know that the memory is just that... a memory. What happens is that you become distant in both the time and space from those moments. The time is gone... and you are no more at the same space where you had those special moments. Now when you go back to the same place, you feel your heart racing... something heavy down your throat. You could feel as if you're seeing the whole experience unfolding again from a third person perspective. You feel like that place probably holds a sacred connection, an umbilical cord, if you will, that connects to that place and time that somewhere in the universe or multiverse still exists. You don't want to leave that place... you don't want to get away from the magical essence of that place.

The reason for such feeling is that, if you think of the 3 dimensions of space and 1 dimension of time as 4 coordinates of 4 dimensional spacetime continuum we call the universe, returning to the same location means that you've made 3/4th journey back to the moment you lived. The only thing that stops you from reliving those moments is this uncompromising nature of the 2nd law of thermodynamics: "The entropy only increases spontaneously"... the arrow of time moves forward and can never be turned back. So you think of a divine intervention, a deus ex machina... an external energy influx which may reverse the entropy the non-spontaneous way. Considering the ordeal and the remaining gap in your journey back, this faith in externality seems inevitable.

Last Saturday as I was cycling to my apartment from my home I took the road and reached a crossroad near the hospital where, once on a similar Saturday, I was driving with you beside me, on our way to pick up the steaks for the lunch. I realized that I made 3/4th journey to relive that moment of being with you... I was just 1/4th away from being with you... this feeling was intensified when I reached my apartment complex... the streets... the lawns... the car-parks... the stairway... the apartment... and the beer bottle you last drank from...all reminded me of you... the absence of you, the 3/4th closeness and the only remaining 1/4th distance...

Life is strange and stranger still is our consciousness that concocts such bizarre ways of making our yearnings tangible through these narratives. Yet all these have no universal meaning... no universal point of reference...  even if we objectively agree about the 3/4th closeness, we can never agree on what we subjectively feel about it or about the unbridgeable vastness of the 1/4th distance between then and now, ever expanding with the expansion of the universe, with a rigid forward marching of the arrow of time... tearing us apart... forever.