The laws of thermodynamics

I was sitting on the end of the old man's bed listening to stories of his life. I was a medical student at the time. The odd thing, he had said, was that the world made no more sense to him then than it had when he was a boy. He had thought that things would become clearer with age. I remember the perplexity in his watery eyes. Somehow, time had crept up on him before …