Every Killers song I listen to is so flamboyant and catchy, and, in the language of A Clockwork Orange, I'd have to say, on the whole, they can be quite horrorshow. But that's nothing to do with what I want to talk about.
Numbers are everywhere. They're a way of anchoring people to a tangible reference point. Reading a book? I'm *this many* pages in. Writing an essay, *this many* words. Everything I buy is in dollars and cents. The fuel in my car is managed in fractions. Just under 1/4 of the whole. On Sesame Street, they're always counting, the Count counts the number of the week, the kids grow up counting. We study maths in theory in school and the majority of us will ask what the fuck maths is good for. We count time, distance, weight, volume. People go on diets to lose *this many* kilograms or *this much* percent of my current weight. It's *this many* days until my next paycheck and *this many* hours and minutes until my next break. I pay *this many* dollars rent a fortnight, a fortnight being 14 days, which is roughly doubled if I calculate it on a monthly basis.
12 months a year, 4 seasons of three months each. Time has gone so fast. I've been through my first year of university, which is 1/3 of the length of my course. Each year is split into two semesters and each semester is split into 4 units, each worth a set amount of points (usually 25 or 50, depending on whether it's a "core" or "elective").
The point of this is, we're all bound by numbers. Our goals are often defined by numbers, or at least largely restricted by it. Are these numbers too restrictive? Are they holding us back from cutting loose and running wild into the great expanse of the (mathematically speaking) "undefined"? Or do these numbers give us a solid base in which to build our lives upon?
I used to love maths. I used to enjoy the pure logic of it. Now I'm fascinated with the flexibility of the English language. I guess, for me, personally, I've found that the numbers have always been there to help me, rather than hinder, but the world seemed to hold itself together back when "going to the shops" meant trading a cow for a pocket full of beans. Some people don't get maths, some do.
I guess this is another of my "here's my thoughts" threads that people read and then either don't understand or don't know how to respond. I don't care that much really, for me it's about sharing my insight, however roundabout it may seem.