Numbers

if the minimum unity of all that is is two, how did Parmenides come to believe in the infinity of one? if three is how god is expressed at its best, how did his image come coded in four? while five has properties completely unique, the universe is just what it is, six so to speak. once there was a seven, joined to eleven, whose convenience I dispute and whole heartedly repute. but eight is no longer enough, and nine is so boring, three threes is hardly the stuff, to stop me from snoring. the real magic begins with a number called ten, whose counting little fingers first asked, a dozen eggs or a feathery hen? numbers are fun and make no one dumb, but never forget what’s behind their neat mask: twenty six magical letters, put to a task.