Take a look at the world around you
and start to add up the absurdities.
Before long you might find yourself
like the Indian King, the victim of
an inescapable exponential progression.
Absurdities are not all. There are
people and places and individual
circumstances that combine to form a
hefty dinner dressing. The feast of
large numbers of which every person
is a part in some manner or other.
Dissect and diagram your life according
to the irrevocable power of these
numbers and see them as the harbinger
of the only permanence you will ever
know. You are a part of them now,
the glowing figs of the existence tree,
and part of them you shall remain.
Beyond birth and life and the countless
tears and breaths, mistakes,
misunderstandings and triumphs, hearts
captured and minds repelled. None that
mean nothing, save for the permanence
that comes with being among the
counted; that results from being among
Somehow this being is the being of "why,"
so often puzzling and scorned. The being
of how, where, when, who and what.
As to why? Because counted you were.
And how? In the manner of the moment.
Where? With those counted alike.
When? In your time.
Who? You -- among the rest.
What? Counted is all.