Color, by Numbers

2024.08.28

Good morning that wonderful way.

So much for words, so much in words.

The sky is blue and so are you. Sometimes orange, too.

Red, you can be red, or blue; green too, yellow, too.

A lot of ways to be a lot of colors.

• Blue for the Blues.
• Red is in the face.
• Purple is bruised.
• Violet is for Ultra, the Epic Robot of the Skies.
• Yellow is for chicken stuff.
• Orange isn't really a color it's a fruit, so it's forgivable.
• Green is for envious thumbs.
• Indigo is with Orange, a forgivable poser, a dye for clothes.
• Black and White, they're not all right.
• There's Black, that's a box.
• There's White, that's a box, too.
• There's Brown that's all of us.
• There's Science, and that's Red for Brown skin.

Being a poet, you didn't know I love science.
It's its own language.
Dull. Dull. Dull.

But that's its function in the world of letters: to be dull, consistent, verifiable.

Easily agreeable, structural, Science.
No need for conversation.
Look what I can do, Science.

I only like math when I think of it as a language.
Then, it's worth love.

Numbers have their own poetry.

Any mathematician worth their Numerics will tell you one plus one doesn't always equal two.

It's dependent on the situation.

Situational math is a redundancy.

You'd have to learn a new language to understand it, but one plus one doesn't always equal two.

The number one, for a mathematician, is the most terrifying of things.

The whole of their people depend upon it, and yet there's no way for their language to talk about it, in their own language.

Every language has the equivalent, English calls 1 God, Spanish says 1 es Dio, pick a language calls 1 something else.

I'd go back in time and learn to speak better Math.

Didn't know it was a religious venture, huh?

Numbers are a matter of Faith.