If you put a cup of hot coffee on your table in the morning, and let it sit there, it will get cooler, over time.
If you put a cup of cold coffee on your table in the morning, and let it sit there, it will not get warmer, over time.
Such is what bounds our world, the ebb and flow of energy, for all things, living and non-living, dead or alive.
Can you imagine a universe where one or the other, or both are reversed?
Is there such a mathematics?
Is there such a poetry?
And if so, who would open that door first, the poet or the mathematician?