(Didn’t sleep all night. So, it’s still not yet my tomorrow.)
I too want there to be something special in our counting of numbers- but there is not.
If we lived in a different system, one that preferred Base 6 in stead of Base 10, everything would be different.
It seems we are the arbitrary.
We make the meaning out of nothing- in fact, we insist!
A beautiful cloud is coming up just now, and the sun behind it making it purple and orange-gold.
I’ve been up too late.
I was going to hand-write you a letter.
I sent an email instead.
Hope you get it soon.
Love, love, love, love, love,