Against the numbers we cannot argue.
Sometimes though numbers add up to more than sums.
Sometimes they are less than they subtract.
Sometimes numbers just change into something else, incalculably.
When the number ceases to behave numerically it can become anything at all.
As soon as it ceases to function numerically, it flies.
A constant theme in all numbers is mobility. Numbers always seem to be on the run. Numbers are always in a race to get to the end as fast as possible.
From counting with very handy fingers early, we moved to the Abacus. Then slide rules softened our mental arithmetic. Calculators, computers, and IT now.
Against IT, nothing will compete, we argued.
The function of numbers is to Calculate.
The ‘calculation’ is the equivalent of a ‘conclusion’ one derived from thinking.
It would be remiss of the user of numbers or words to deny themselves the richness of the best outcome of their endeavours.
On the way to Bungendore tonight, the dash lit up to reveal this.
It’s not a round number.
The numbers have all lost their curves.
These are just stiches to sew my journey together.
My truck is a sewing machine.