This is Numberwang?

This is Numberwang?

(Kindly let me know if my math does not tally below. I tried to check and recheck it, but…)

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Q: When was 120 minutes ago from now?

A: It was two hours ago.

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When was one hundred and sixty four billion (164,000,000,000) minutes ago?

Hum, huh?

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My illiteracy with numbers occurs at a certain threshold.

Numerical literacy*? Not my strong suit. So, I play with numbers, with what I can imagine.

For example, I can imagine a triangle, a square, a pentagram, a hexagon, a septagon, an octagon. But, I cannot imagine, or see in my mind’s eye what a 25 sided polygon would look like. I would have to try to draw it.

There is a 10,000 sided polygon, called a myriagon, according to geometry.

I will take their word for it because I cannot imagine being able to imagine what that would actually like.

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I am not monied. The difference between one million dollars and one billion dollars? Well, sure, ‘orders of magnitude’, but I only understand that in the abstracted sense. The practical difference between such huge numbers is not immediately obvious to me. But, the news, scientific research, and governments, regularly inundate us with such large numbers.

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Do a thought experiment with me? I wanna know:

Q1. How far could the millions of dollars, comprising a billion dollars, go?

Q2. If I had one hundred and sixty four billion dollars (as I hear someone in America truly does) and I gave away one million dollars per day, how many days before I am broke? Let’s pretend I keep my $164,000,000,000.00 in cash in a safe. That means my money is not making more money via interest, returns, dividends.

If I have one billion dollars in cash, let’s imagine it’s kept in one million dollar bills. I would have one thousand of these million dollar bills.

I could give one of the $1,000,000 bills everyday for 1,000 days before running out of money.

If there are 365 days a year, 1,000 days is about 2.75 years.

The difference between a million and a billion, practically speaking?

A1. You can give away $1,000,000.00 everyday for almost three years before exhausting $1,000,000,000.00

So, how much more than 1 billion dollars is 164 billion dollars, practically speaking?

Well, if it takes 1,000 days, of giving away 1 million dollars each day, to get rid of a billion dollars;

It would take 164 times longer to give away $164,000,000,000.00 than it would take to give away $1,000,000,000.00

1,000 x 164 = 164,000 days

164,000 days = 449 years and a few months.

If I had $164,000,000,000 ($164 billion), I could give away $1,000,000 ($1 million) everyday for 449 years.?

Fuck.

Now that I see it this way it only raises more, honest questions from an ignorant me.

How much money do people need?

And why? To what end and what do they intend?

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*My own numerical illiteracy was introduced to me by a slim, charming book called Innumeracy by John Allen Paulos which I found tucked away in the statistician’s, my father, bookcase.

The idea is wittily conveyed in the sixth chapter of the second section of Douglas R. Hofstader’s book Meta Magical Themas: Questing for the Essence of Mind and Pattern.

The chapter is called Number Numbness.

Both are written for non-math-savvy folks and both pieces manage to entertain with humor.

Tangential Orienteering

I walk to the new gig. First-day-of-school-style outfit donned. Old, fuzzy threads, nonetheless.

I espy a blanch in a branch of the shrub, with wooden threads of splintered

timber;

And, my mind initiates the below (tangent umpteenth).


That timbre of timidity from the ghost mice scurrying under my feet,

running like a wide river at a moderate water pressure.

They can give your toes an itch or a twitch.


Quick as you please, I leap to the limb.

Back to the blanched branch which is

splaying, shredding, snapping,

no longer bending.

Critical load bearing exceeded.

The shrub shrugs

it off like a crab with a too-tight shell.


I was warned it was awful hot

to walk to that new spot.

Do I want a ride there in your car? Thank you, kindly,

but, nah.

I forget how to breathe in those things.

I cannot forget how to breathe when walking

in the heat.

I arrive to do the job and their A/C is on the fritz.

The windows bring the sun in full frontal until night falls.

Hotter than the hot outside,

front and back of house have been sweating it out longer than me.

Spots of,

the sheen of,

sweat in my hairline,

on my neck’s nape,

curling strands; and signaling:

simpatico.


sections within floor charts ; table numbers ; two and four tops ; spare chairs ; polished silver.

A dining room

laid out.

Down.

She told me: I make circles and keep up everything with my eyes. You can circle the floor without hitting a wall and having to turn around abruptly.

No dead ends, eh?

I remember walking these circles with open eyes: I think.

I smile.

Talking in my Sleep

I fell

asleep too early only to awaken at three a.m., then, five thirty a.m.

Dreaming in lines of prose

For the first time in a while.

/a kitchen hood fan/

I shoot awake and word-play potentialities for the phrase.

Three contexts I conjure before kicking the endeavor to

Fall

asleep again.

N plays ball with the deceased Jessie-pup.

A Border Collie with no one to herd but a slobber-covered tennis ball.

“She doesn’t know when to quit. She gives herself heat stroke. Don’t let her eyes get too red. She needs a summer shave. I did not know that she was still running.”

A nod acknowledges.

Then I remember, the gal knows how to throw the ball with her own mouth.

Huh.

A sharp knocking kicks me conscious.

Hello?

Just hammers from next door’s reconstruction.

Good morning.

Coffee. Chug.

Walk the block.

My body awoke, but the coffee still ain’t caught what passes for my mind up.

I sleepwalk.

Improudst (a fake word)

Improudst: to be proud (without being prideful) and impressed at the same time. Remove any context of patronizing condescension. A sub-sense of glad.


Perhaps, the distinction is

arbitrary.

Arbiters and arbitration.

You know the contract only allows for third-party mediation.

No civil,

state, or federal matter.

Signed away for re-insurance.

A contract written in favor of the contractor.

Write.

Rite.

Right.

The locals always laugh at the outfits of outsiders.

Shutter speed unable to

capture the insider’s view.

Lurid does not mean illicit,

Nor does it imply morbidity.

Fecundity. Gestational periods are not

sette in stone.

A set containing itself is self-referential.

A sette that sings itself.

So, I ask myself: can you tell me something good?

Howl, yes: I think.

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from myself.”

I can chop like a master. Slowly.

The vivisection of a tomato

is proof of magic.

Oranges grow on trees whether

you have a personal savior

or not.

Howl-lelujah: say mavericks.

Please, do not be cross with me, kindly.

God does not speak to me directly.

Don’t take pity; take patience in exposition?

That of which you have proof

alludes us.

So, let’s

Come Together

To Talk?

Dancing in the Dark

The night I fell I felt compelled to go to the forest.

I dressed and laced my boots with hard, cold eyes.

Called, hard.

Badger baiting.

Bait and switch.

You made my eye twitch, but I oblige/d.

Begrudingly yet lovingly.

I danced on the trail.

Aloft on one foot.

The right one.

Bowing head, extending an arm

Lengthening the aloft leg.

Up, up, up, and then flush, into a straight line, with my torso.

Cutting a right angle with my single body.

Trunk, face, left leg perpendicular to the right leg.


I told the company corps. to do this.

To do this and to hop, ever so slightly

backwards.

So, I had to do it myself.

I did so successfully for the first three quarters of a mile.

Then, my snaking sneak snaps.

The ankle keels over while the rest stays a droite.

I find myself on my back.

Stunned and hurt.

I found myself

Five seconds into the future,

Taking stock of my body.

No phone.

Pain.

I walk home just like I walked to the trail.


One foot in front of the other.

Forested

A leaf paved over.

A flower in parts.

A bit of purple in bloom,

enabled and barely shielded from above

By what is below.

Yesterday’s feather.

Yesterdays’s feather

today.

Balance and proportion

Foaming for seasonal salmon roe.

A welcoming en-trance

A good exit.

Summer Maize

I made my hair sit straight yesterday.

But, summer has its ways

Of sweating my scalp.

Salt and the occasional breeze.

“You should write about that,” said the girl,

Who stopped for a smoke,

About something else

Entirely.

“Thanks.”

Kind.


A little

Shock ti

Power.

Speak-easys and

Music without lyrics.

Talk of narcissism

And, I wonder,

Do narcissists know they are as such?


The dog was all fur, and

presumably

Sweaty as howl, too.

Fur ball coat

Dandelion-white.

The masters smiled

And said, “her name”

Meant /hair/ in another language.

Doubling the word

In affection and affectation.


Cars pull u-turns,

To go to the street festival.

They hold traffic while invisible things

cross the street.

When

I did write something for you

before we met.

At the little theater you barely

Remember.

Painted stars on the roof

twinkled to indicate

the show was shortly

Underway.


A connoisseur versus a collector.

Coat-tailers and chasers

Partners in crime.

A trail-off of the trellis

Braided-up locks

Flow like tresses

Caught in bureaucratic

Lochs

Being and nothing

Ness

Proof of I.D.

It is infinitely easy to identify with someone

(but not any-body?).

So you hate cool, swift breezes on hot days?

I don’t.


I leaf notes to future me.

Encryption ain’t the new

Steganographia.

They remind me to

Remember right.

Write.

This is a thread to me.


Leaves about a spine.

Fluttering

For no-one but page

turners.

I slept in

I slept until three p.m.

Because I could-no usual m.o.

In the pac NW 7 a.m., 3 p.m., and nine p.m. all

Look the same

Waking from dreams to remember

This is the one from which you do not know how to wake.

I imagine the world can

See and know what my mind holds

In that state.

Like there is nothing to doubt

Nothing to fear.

The cat slept on my feet.

They were not cold.


The gray summer sky

Resembles the colors of your silent eyes.

I slept by scraps I scrawled for you.

I slept by a bit of wrapping paper from a gift

Half a year old.

Oh howl, you make me sentimental.

To ask for what you hope

And to wait.

As hard as crying non-sad tears must appear to observers.

The sea is soft today.

But, í can always find a reason to smile.

I.e. “cheesecloth”

Sobriquet que ridiculoso.

Off-daze

Hello to this simoon. I slept eons and have been half-awake even longer. Stalks from plant scatterings litter the ground below scales and scaffoldings.

My eyes narrow. Harden.

What did you whisper? What don’t you remember?

Did you intend to forget? It simply sounds like something you’d do, darling.

Out of joint and harmonizing on some strange frequencies.

I remember the steps to the dance, though.

Rather easily.

And a clear recollection of

Anticipating that beat

You always drop.

Knowing

The recapitulation of skipping one step.

Imagine a Pendulum

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When a pendulum is displaced sideways from its resting equilibrium position, it is subject to a restoring force due to gravity, that will accelerate it back towards the equilibrium position. When released, the restoring force acting on the pendulum’s mass then causes it to oscillate  about the equilibrium position, swinging back and forth.

The time for one complete cycle, a left swing and a right swing, is called a period. The period depends on the length of the pendulum’s swing.


In the same vein, “when we hold our breath at the end of inhaling and before exhaling, we experience a state in which the process of becoming seems to be suspended…It gives the impression of a break from the past, quantum leap. For Sufi’s, time is ever recurrent rather than linear.”

P.58 The Ecsatsy Beyond Knowing. Pir Vilayt Inayat Khan.

“What seems to be coming and going is really the result of becoming and manifestation. ”

P.58 The Ecsatsy Beyond Knowing. Abu’l-Hasan al -Hujwiri.

“When the owner of waqt (the instant of time) comes into possession of hal (that is: it becomes a permanent state) he is no more subject to change, and is made steadfast in his state.”

P59 The Ecsatsy Beyond Knowing. Abu’l-Hasan al -Hujwiri.

“Witnessing only takes place when two lights come together.”

Muhyiad-Din Ibn ‘Arabi. quoted from The Sufi Path of Knowledge 


I call out for you to breath back and forth against my lips. The light upon light of eyes into eyes.

Quicken the periodicity.

Today’s Mandala

http://vm.tiktok.com/R6P9gB/

A link to see a short little loop of them in motion.

What she said

“I bet you do,” she said.

Catchling you are; because you run, to be caught, from those chasing you, ewe.

Linearity asymmetrical.

Askew. Ask you.

A queue already asking (for) you.

You said that.

Asking, “Who knew”

Slapped By The Sun in the Forest

The sun shocks the forest today.

What looks like white flowers turn out to be hard rays of light slapping against the greenery.

Just dots of rays slicing through.

Strange yellows descend into the green haze.  White Light.

Heat of the summer begins.

 

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Before

(The shaded stele.)

After

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Someone wore a white sox.

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Bugging flowers.

Buzzing flies and humming bees.

Hiss and Hush

and you can creep right up and observe.

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Who went here? I w/o/ander.

The visual heat of the light makes it easier to see a thing by the shadow it is

casting.

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Roots reaching.

Balling out and into.20190611_1143126097203433938437498.jpg

Creating

A lee.

Shelter and cover.

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The cottonwood graces those spiderwebs which are so finely spun they are only indicated by the cottonwood snow.

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Flight caught from above and below.

 

A containment of water.

A o O 0

A circle almost completed.

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Ferns shade a shallow empoolment of liquid.

The evaporation will be affected.

Effect of dissipating one state of matter

into

another one.

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Water Moving.

 

Water Still.

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Re-

fleck-

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A very tiny rabbit hole, unless you are tiny.

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Light falling on water

Hidden in the corner.

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Glassy separation not frozen.

Inching.

To the edge.

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These are the chambers.

There are levels.

Of a ladder.

Alice says.

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Four out of five days a new mole surfaced only to fall asleep

Again.

Again.

Again.

Not-again.

Again.

 

Forest Down: It snowed Cottonwood

Canary-ied.

A yellow monarch on

bloom flutters-by.

That is not random light, it is a worm

suspended by a satin string.

Spinning mid-air.

Center-stage

of the path.

Is that a good or a bad day for the creature?

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Hanging by a plant,

pint and a praeter-prayer.

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One branch a’loosened. Snapped. Remaining.

The bark of a

tree’s tread. Rubber meeting road-air.

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Veined loam.

20190610_135552700335058920421122.jpg Detritus.

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Vitriol.

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A feather/s lost is no

clipped wing but

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Bird might have gone

down-y.

I well-aged pair of companions.

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Purple seeps in.

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Light hangs in

almost-rainbows.

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Gone before you can even blink.


Driven snow around and on the ground.

The Nature of the Forest Today

This is juxtaposition

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This is not syncretism.

 

Chains trying to work in nature.

Snake espied. First thing.

Black

&

Sea Foam, cool green.

Longitudinal and kindly striped

safe.

Per se.

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Feedback on me.

Otherwise, the robin in the rain makes better company currently.

Such a saucy fellow.

Showers always made

him…

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The sky confused and

confusing time changing.20190608_1224274722506816231746345.jpg

Protective turns opulent in opalescence.

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The beauty of opening.20190608_1233432986746953645709405.jpg

The beauty of splaying.

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Time-resistant skin.

Elegant rhinosarus-dermis.

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Meets the confusion of curves.

Collective noun style.

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In ever widening circular cases of you, ewe.

In you.

You in.20190608_1239068898421282927636058.jpg

I hear you, here.

Look at you bellowing, pretty thing.20190608_1240275914448220373648531.jpg

Cottonwood seed absorbs in its resonant, spidery remains.

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Arching in ecstasy.

Boughing and bowing

Bowled over.

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Divisors.

Create foam.

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Some tire so completely

they resurface on their

backs

and asleep.

Three such gents just this week.

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Do you remember meeting here?

Where tree grows out of

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Dog esshit or esshinola?

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The buzzing of the approaching nearing the a’spread.

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Alit on the globe.

Buzz, you say?

Humm, is what I say.

Also, Howl.
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Balance & Proportion (News After Rain)

Wary berry blooms protect their own.

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Just because bizarreness manifests does not mean it is unfriendly.

Though sometimes I relish your impatient sounding voice of exposition.

Giggle.

Who ever said it would be easy?

20190607_1210503923732410043798482.jpg The last bit of seed supplants itself, even unto the blacktop of ass-fault/y/.

 . {Hopeful} .

The early days of summer are the dying days of spring.

Seedlings waiting to naught-be

In

Vain

And take true blue

Root-

Ed.

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Dead leaves from other tomes fallen and caught by wooden paper and branches

wearing white, kid-gloves.

A lady’s fingers.

Lady-fingers. Fingers hanging down and reaching up.

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The gate entering the wetland and off-leash area is lush today.

A coyote trotted before me two days ago. I thought it was a German Shepard.

He grinned from ear to ear.

The heron appeared twice.

Humid and water-heavy.

The colors hang incorrectly correct.

Let your spine chill or feel your own fear.

Impeccability in being over time without attempting but always trying.

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Hail.

The crane that reaches after being broken.

Its own feathers have become moss it may molt then eat

Regeneration of self.

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If you want to take a tripe trip.

Drink the swill and see the seepage of the col(our)s’

Saturation.

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Oil from the trails from shimmering slugs.

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Nautical foliage present like rocks that move on accord of their own.

Forest coral corrals.

The summer eyes of the serpent peer in protective ampersand near-maleficent passion.

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In through the nose, out through the nose;

In through the nose, out of the mouth;

In through the nose, out through the nose;

In through the mouth, our through mouth;

In through the nose….

Juxtapose and toes.

 

You Seeking That?

I cannot


me


I want to



Music hooks my attention. If ‘decent,’ it moves through my spine like currents.

Time changes.

Threaded to be unwound

Like a record’s groove.

Linear thread to unwind in the minotaur’s maze.

Did you bring your own thread this time?


Trying to attune to the ephemeral and corporeal energetic grid.

Doing in contribution, perhaps sight unseen.

Tao.

Tao of the mystic

Doubt everything and everyone

while

simultaneously

trusting people and things to be who and what they ‘are.’

Method of attempted peace and openness.

‘Parzifal’ notes

P. thought “only by passive love will he prevail.” Is verse from book VII only made in response to the A.’s first request of the seer: “make herself perfectly passive” in order he might communicate freely.”?


Hummm. Still working on wtf we have here in terms of meaning.