Numbers

The stars both numb and inspire, awe either enraptures or terrifies. The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum to be defined by pundits in bow ties and star-crazed, white coated messiahs. Tilt your head back on a cloudless night feel the cold mathematical anesthesia of the infinitesimal, not anything fathomable, not even a reckoning in an unsolvable puzzle; a nonplus that breeds only more numbers until like a train calculations runs out of rails to travel upon. Each mental abacus must be pre-set for incomprehension and that beyond the tyranny of numbers we can, in the end, count only ourselves in and that is by no-means certain.