I visited my brother at college last October. He was enrolled at Southern Illinois University at Carbondale. He drove about 40 miles east to the Shawnee National Forest. There we hiked a short trail to the Garden of the Gods.

For hours we climber these pillars of stone that extended out high above the forests of green, orange and red. We tested death by leaping from one pillar to the next over a fifty foot drop to the boulders below. We tested our bodies by climbing a towering wall of rock. By the time the sun was greeting the horizon we reached the summit.

Exhausted we both sat upon that rocky cliff overlooking the forest so beautifully painted below. A hint of campfire scented the air. The bashful breeze started to cool, bringing a welcomed numbing to our aching muscles.

And at that edge of land, we began to talk about our mutual interest of theoretical physics. While we were watching the sun disappear we believed we discovered the opposing force for gravity. It was so simple and made perfect sense. The end result of gravity is to create a singular point amongst all the matter in the universe, leaving the all as the pinnacle of order. The opposite is to create disorder by spreading everything out throughout the vastness of space and time, ending in the ultimate of disorder. The opposite force to gravity is therefore entropy.

We took the trail to the base and followed it to his car. Both of us tying this theory of ours to every other aspect of physics we studied, finding it a perfect fit. We drove in silence listening to the wind and the radio. A song by Pink Floyd rarely heard on the radio, entitled Fearless, came on the radio. I listened in reverie as we drove toward the purple and orange sky, hardly outrunning the stars that chased after us.