Deeptime's flash of Wren's individuation through Jung's eyes of the conscious lover

How can I be grateful enough of the people who step in to my life? move out of it? Leave a foot-print and make me not be the same person I was yesterday? How can I be grateful and not fuck it up? Huh? Can I not fuck it up for one second? On the same note, this physical law comes flashing in my brain, that molecules in the universe tend towards disorder. Entropy has us and contains us. Order is not attainable unless there's investment of a lot of energy just before we fuck it up again people. Disorder comes naturally. Can we not fuck it up people? No. It is the fabric of universe. On the other hand, I will put my draining blood as a bet on this universe that love is its driving engine. It is all there is and was and were and...will be. Will be? Well, before it gets fucked up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.