numbers

I disliked numbers, and they didn't think much of me either.

Oh! Science! Everything has been revised. For the body and for the soul,--the viaticum,__here are medicine and philosophy,__ld wives' remedies and popular songs rearranged. And the pastimes of princes and games they proscribed! Geography, cosmography, mechanics, chemistry!...Science, the new nobility! Progress. The world marches on! Why shouldn__ it turn?It is the vision of numbers. We are going toward the Spirit. There__ no doubt about it, an oracle, I tell you. I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I__ rather remain silent.

You know what happens at any magic show? When the magician says __ook here, look here,_ the audience looks only there and nowhere else. And that__ exactly what happened at the earnings conference today.

He thought again of the watch in the window. It had twelve black numbers on its moon face and there was magic to that. For these were numbers that were not really numbers at all but letters like in words. He shivered at the possibilities of such untold magic.

If you sell, say, two thousand copies, it is the same thing as if you had sold nothing at all because two thousand is too vast__ mean, for the imagination to grasp. While thirty-seven people__erhaps thirty-seven are too many, perhaps seventeen would have been better or even seven__ut still thirty-seven are still within the scope of one's imagination.

It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness--cry and then walk--but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.

I liked learning things. How numbers worked together to explain the stars. How molecules made the world. All the ugly and wonderful things people had done in the last two thousand years.

Miri took genuine comfort in studying Mathematics that day. She could sort numbers into two simple ideas: true and not true. Unlike numbers, words were rarely just one thing. They moved and changed, camouflaging and leaping out unexpectedly. Words were slippery and alive; words wrestled out of her grip and became something new. Words were dangerous.

A number is still very accurate, but its role is changed.In the changed role this number enriches the silence.

I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.

Mathematics doesn__ care about those beyond the numbers.

The universe is math on fire.

Numbers and more numbers...the future of mankind has come down to decimals. I guess you will figure that out, eventually.

There is strength in numbers, yes, but even more so in collective good will. For those endeavors are supported by mighty forces unseen.

Soon after I began working for the Professor, I realized that he talked about numbers whenever he was unsure of what to say or do. Numbers were also his way of reaching out to the world. They were safe, a source of comfort.

If the bible be true, God commanded his chosen people to destroy men simply for the crime of defending their native land. They were not allowed to spare trembling and white-haired age, nor dimpled babes clasped in the mothers' arms. They were ordered to kill women, and to pierce, with the sword of war, the unborn child. 'Our heavenly Father' commanded the Hebrews to kill the men and women, the fathers, sons and brothers, but to preserve the girls alive. Why were not the maidens also killed? Why were they spared? Read the thirty-first chapter of Numbers, and you will find that the maidens were given to the soldiers and the priests. Is there, in all the history of war, a more infamous thing than this? Is it possible that God permitted the violets of modesty, that grow and shed their perfume in the maiden's heart, to be trampled beneath the brutal feet of lust? If this was the order of God, what, under the same circumstances, would have been the command of a devil? When, in this age of the world, a woman, a wife, a mother, reads this record, she should, with scorn and loathing, throw the book away. A general, who now should make such an order, giving over to massacre and rapine a conquered people, would be held in execration by the whole civilized world. Yet, if the bible be true, the supreme and infinite God was once a savage.

Luck is not some esoteric, godlike phenomenon. Luck is countable but undefinable. Luck easily can be explained as number of factors acting in a favour of a person. These factors' behaviour could be statistically proved , and the probability of such result is possible. It is not related to something explainable event. Actually, the miracle would be if these events (luck) are not in presence in our life. The matter as then would be mathematics proved wrong. So, make your luck!"

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.