Friday, April 22, 2011

"Sums"

This place is made of pieces so high in number that we cannot enumerate them, we cannot comprehend.

Really, that is the problem. We can't count.
Counting is holding a quantity in our minds; a tangible.
We're far from reality, out on the edge.

We go from one number to the next without understanding til we reach the ends of our ability to hold on anymore.

Today, my number will be equal to the tangent of a microscopic rock hitting another rock in a solar system so far away that its distance is equal to the probability that I will understand your number tomorrow.

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