A Man Treated As a Number

He was a man of no name or personality but a dot within dots on a graph yet, the point of a plane surface he occupied was the very edge of -3 sigma on a normal curve or coordinate Y<0.1 : X<0.1 position on the wide plane, so insignificant that hardly he was noticed in anyone’s eyes. His assigned number for a statistical purpose was 2, nevertheless, there was no hidden or specific meaning to it, merely an administrative purpose; it was just like a number assigned to an inmate whose individuality or characteristics were totally deprived. Number 2, when multiplied with infinity indefinitely grew a pair of wings on his back, the 2 flew away somewhere no one knows where it may be, flapping his huge wings.