6

six.

it's a beautiful number. in every sense of the word it possesses grace and harmony, the number of faces on any cuboid. mathematically it's the first of its kind - itself the sum of its divisors. they call it the perfect number. perfect, indeed.


in christianity, it's said that god created man on the sixth day; the star of david has exactly six points; six-six-six, the number of the beast; one of the most beautiful instruments created by man, the guitar, has 6 strings; bach composed six brandenburg concertos; in cricket, a ball which clears the boundary without bouncing akin to a homerun is called a six; the six degrees of separation between any two persons on earth.

is it perfection that i'm seeking? or eternal happiness? i don't know. for now i shall just do everything to the best of my abilities. beauty is in the eye of the beholder:

six.


+listening to: footsteps by pearl jam