The Universe and all its galaxies, the solar system and all its planets, humankind and all its humans... the one common factor between all these things: number.
Numbers are something; numbers are everything. They are how many stars there are in this universe, they are how many universes there are in existence... they are earth and how many people inhabit it. They are the confirmation of a newborn’s life: the number of its heart beats, the count of its breaths per minute, and the measure of systolic and diastolic pressures. They represent all the possibilities that the newborn faces in life.
Possibilities, I say? What on earth does that mean?
It means the number of steps that child will take before falling to the ground for the first time, with either everyone around them squealing from excitement or absolutely no one to witness their first steps into the second chapter of their life. It’s the number of shallow breaths they take before going into the classroom for the first time–that classroom which takes credit for the infinite number of words the child will read in their life. It means the number of matches they watch; the number of concerts they go to; the number of stupid posters on their walls; the cell phone number of that person they like; the number of times they get their heart broken; the number of times they fall in love; the number of countries they visit; the number of people they lose. Then there is that single moment between life and death when they remember all the moments from before: the tears, the smiles, the laughs, the hugs, and the kisses…and by that single kiss of death they shall leave.
Therefore, somehow, everything you do can be related to numbers, my friend; there's nothing truer than Plato's aphorism: “Numbers are the highest degree of knowledge. It is knowledge