432 tongues breaking wind like bread & butter
Sometimes people ask questions for me and I like that.
Sometimes I ask them myself, like.
Was Terrence McKenna not Mr. Rogers for people who grew up with Mr. Rogers.
Is the world going to end in 2012 or is this a graph of a paradigm shift.
Made by a guy on a lot of drugs who thought he could measure the earth’s vibe. Alone in a room.
What a fool right.
What does it mean that the word vampire contains the sound of pyre if it is Hungarian.
Or that giant contains the ant.
What does it mean that the root of Vulcan is something like “lustre.”
Or that lust was a way of saying “this field is ready to plow now.”
Or that the Arabic ma’ for “wa’wa,” made its way to be the measure of a diamond’s sparkle. Watt equals one jewel per second. A second used to happen 86,400 times a day and it still does. 864 is twice 432. A hundred is like saying OO in Math. Twice is like saying “this is the third.”
Or that the North Star, Polaris, is actually three stars, 434 light years away. Which is soo close to 432, a mystical-ass number. Or that 432 AD is the year Bonifacius, “last of the Romans,” ended. The year Sixtus III ascended the papal throne, whose name meant “polished, the third” and whose chief concern was extended peace between Egypt and Syria. To me (and Paul Auster unfortunately) it seems the universe is a poet. Or maybe that’s how the multiverse draws non-linear plot. So that it jiggles. Harmony where the bends meet. Or maybe that’s dumb luck. The sound of a dull pluck. In rhythm. A measure set by the foot. Arbitrary or not. Consider the heart. Is it dumb that some words rhyme while others do not. Is that not simply a stab at ordering chaos. Reining in on fire. Throwing a wrench in the driveshaft so the whole thing spins. What it does. Because as soon as you tell chaos what to do, it turns on you. It’s a filing cabinet that opens itself. A switchboard that switches on and off like a computer, responding to the general hmmm of the human face by planting a parasite in your brain making your arms and legs form the shapes of letters. The Unicode and ASCII value of (Y=89)+(M=77)+(C=67)+(A=65) is 298, which is soo close to 300. The speed of light is 300k km/s. What does that mean if the measure of a kilometer, a klick, is at some level arbitrary, simply convenient. Isn’t that what everything sort of is. Could it be the distance of proportion somehow wedged between our reflection and god. Soo is it just a coincidence that some things happen while others don’t. Is it just dumb luck that we love threes and trees. How many ways can a tongue click. How can luck really be dumb.
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