Vigilante
Everywhere I look, there it is. Seven. I never liked the number; it always felt awkward to do arithmetic with; also, it’s the first prime – the only single digit prime – that doesn’t have some inherent connection: Two eyes-hands-ears-lungs, the three points of a triangle (the simplest, most stable figure), five fingers on a hand. And yet, it’s everywhere – seven days a week, the seven dwarves, the seven samaurai, the seven deadly sins. Seven-digit phone numbers. What was correlation, what was causation? What did seven do to get such a hold?
I know I must destroy it.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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