I knew these numbers well.  They had followed me throughout most of my life.  Something about them just made sense.  They retained a certain order about them.  An order that made sense to me.  Some shared my fascination.  Others found it odd, off-putting.  It didn’t make sense to them.  It didn’t matter.  They didn’t deserve to see the numbers.  But anyone can see the numbers.

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I’m not sure when I started to see the numbers.  But I knew they weren’t for everyone.  Not everything is.  But this was special.  This was ours.  It’s one of those things, that once you start to look for something you see it everywhere, and oh the abundance!  These small symbols of juvenile hilarity began to manifest themselves all around me.

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Nines inverted themselves right before my eyes.  Four Twenty Eight would carefully morph into Four Twenty.  The twist of the 8 slipping away as if by the flick of an unseen wrist.  Those were the days.  This was the life.  Others too could know my pleasure.  It was available to all,  but there was a dark side.

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There were stories.  But they weren’t only stories.  Stories of textbooks, math textbooks, and the companies that make them.  Employees being explicitly forbidden from crafting equations which would work out to one of the HilariThree.

The Humorous Triumvirate

the treachery, the gall of these people, these companies

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How dare they keep such an important  element of joy from us, all of us.  The grapevine also burst with talk of store owners, some Never marking an item anywhere near the three.  and I even recall whisper of one case of a combination satanic head-shop/sex-shop which implemented The Numbers in pricing their items, to a very impressive degree.

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But those stood out as false, although humorous anecdotes. Scraps.  Thrown to the masses as a casual aside.  But we would nurture The Numbers, coddle their desires.  Learn their Subtleties & Nuances.  Study their inner meaning.

We Are the Pioneers

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But enough about us, this is my story.  I’m doing the penning.  I need to tell it.  This is about Me and The Numbers.  The images display themselves, we can choose whether  or not to see them.  On the surface they appear initially benign, just silly digits.  I always felt there was more too it, there had to be.

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I began an exhaustive research regime.  Pouring myself over mathematical texts.  Countless and countless calculations, six days a week, ten hours a day. Connections seemed, shaky at first. Weak correlations, small corners of both pi and the Fibonacci sequences seemed to reach out, dendritically, pulling themselves towards The Numbers and The Numbers towards them.  These things initially confused me because I am no person of math, but I also have eyes to see, and I knew what I Saw. I may have said too much, for now.

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Tha’t’s enough about Numbers, for now. But keep a watchful eye.  Point them out to people.  Keep the hope alive.  Don’t squander your chance for a laugh a smile, or even a slow playful head shake  accompanied by a smirk and the usual

“oh You”

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