Random freewrite from English class.

... for everything that rises must converge...
[Pierre Teilhard de Chardin]

Isn't that a falsehood of physics though, as everything moves toward chaos, moves toward disorder? The second law of thermodynamics, that the universe's default tendency is toward randomness? So how can the ascending few converge against the nature of their own physical existences when even the most minute particles cannot? How can they ever be united? For at the top, one is always alone, drifting, unable to attach, unable to do anything but look down at the masses remaining below in pure envy for those who did not dream, did not seek something better that never came? How can one aspire when this is the result?