“Aw man… that’s the third goddamned cloth I’ve dropped into this goddamned event horizon this week… and it’s barely just Tuesday.”

Oh get the fuck outta here, you!

OP found a manifold, and stampeded straight towards the wrong large-scale interpretation.
Like an Earth-measuring version of charly kirk on the gun issue, and look at him now, where that got him.

Trivial.
Naive.
Elegant.
“Energy”.
“Entropy”.
I mean… lasers, man… how DO they work?

“I’m Too Stupid For This.”
Amen!
“What?”

I picture someone like Grand Mage & Dervish Paul Dirac cracking his Special Relativity knuckles as he takes the challenge, “right then…!”

Curious. Do you often feel there are three ELIZAS in a trenchcoat?

These should be the Level Bosses in an RPG about a hair styling salon.

Call it like the old hair styling magazine from Spain, I think the name was Llongueras, I have NO idea what the word means but that double-L from Spanish is striking:
Lluvia, Llano, Llegar, Llave, Llama, Llorar…
any of these could begin with Y, they are unused words or vacant spots in the language, devoid of meaning:
Yuvia, Yano, Yegar, Yave, Yama, Yorar…

Anyway… Anton Chigurh hair, baby, yeah!
Anton Chigurh is the final boss! Cutting his hair then suddenly a coin starts flipping!

I wanna see a reverse brachistochrone!

And if you still can’t reach it, ask your god or gods for help,
as it’s beyond the reach of Mr Newton or even Herr Leibniz.

Flyover country.
The Midwest of the Solar System.

I hate Istanbul. You know why?
Because it’s too far away from me!

I mean… here I am, willing, able,
rearing to go, locked and loaded
so to speak… and there it is…
it decided to plop down its’ rear,
its’ fat lazy ass, on the opposite,
far side of the freakin’ world.

I mean… the nerve of this city!
What does it want from me, to
remain as far away as possible?
Well I’ll tell ya, it’s succeeding,
and doing a bang up job at it, too!

EDIT: that goes for you, too, Tokyo!

Yet all this energy and electromagnetic phenomena
from our very limited vantage point and experiments
feels like it bathes everything as it decays gradually
in slow motion, one rung at a time, towards entropy,
zooming down an exponential thermodynamic curve
that aims and trends towards zero, beyond our view,
beyond the horizon, touching infinity itself.
And here’s the craziest part: the space itself where
this is all taking place, is accelerating its’ expansion.

Milwaukei, an old Algonquin word meaning “The Good Land”.

Like in Goodfellas, cannibalizing their own community. Embezzle and steal everything you can, then torch the place for the insurance.

But in Goodfellas, the owner of the restaurant approaches the mafia and asks Paulie to “be a partner”, so he can get Tommy to stop terrorizing the place AND running up tabs he has no intention of paying.

Imagine some short mafia type with a Napoleon complex walking around the Toys R Us aisles, knocking merchandise off the shelves while harassing kids and their mothers.

I betcha the equity firms approach with a silk tongue and Wall St technobabble jabberwocky. I know those CEO business types, the read their CEO magazines chock full of pseudoscience articles like, for example, determining a personality type via their handwriting style, the hooks and curves of their calligraphy. Corporate astrology, just as gullible to fancy jargon as the proverbial Man Down The Street.