I’m the number 9 in a family of tens.
I’m lost because the tens end with a zero and I can’t fit in.
So the family name leaves me off by ten times plus 9 and me.
How lonely now can a number 9 be?
I spoke once with number 99 and asked her how she felt to be one number off the 100.
Did she feel closer to 100 than the 99, but she replied no, and said for the 100th time I am not with the 100 because I am in the family of nines. One number off can change
my name and although I am a number it means the same.
She told a story and I probably should refrain, but she told of a list of numbers and how they came.
There first was one that started it all; and from this one came us all. If we stayed one then maybe the numbers would never have changed, but then came two and that changed everything.
So the battles were fought and some were lost. Some in the hundreds of thousands and we all know what that cost. To lose one is one too many, but the numbers were strong. The numbers were plenty.
The numbers split into how they came and now I should tell you of our little game.
The googolplexian is far from one, but if you add one to it than what does a googolplexian become?
From there we can say if the one was not added and instead subtracted then that one and only one makes for the entire story actually, so it’s done.
But between the two there is so much in between, not as much as colors but in everything there are some shades of gray.
The numbers classifications can now be understood this way.
The hundred million are closer to the million than the billion.
The thousand are closer to the million than the hundreds. Inside of the thousands there are many hundreds and inside the million are hundreds of thousands. It is only the 9 that stand alone. And it is because of this foundation the others have grown.