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Numbers In Heaven (Free verse) by Dovina

My name is 183, one of myriad, born in heaven, nestled eternally between two evens, and called, with affection, odd. Some of us are prime, numbers so perfect they were flung to distant worlds, if maybe there, their beauty too might be beheld. I take delight in knowing I am certain, fixed and real, never to be forsaken or replaced, unique, useful, unmatched and unmatchable. Pregnant with potential in Platonic minds, we odds alone, save the chosen 2, titillate their senses. Sometimes in anxious moments, Senses failing, in the wonder of it all, I feel an urgent sadness, imagine myself a figment of their god-like minds, a bipolar disturbance, perhaps a mere conveyance, no more than an assertion, a useful word. Then I feel contrived by them for pleasure and convenience, lovely only in their minds. But as the notion passes, I rest in heavenly peace, unequaled and real, fixed and founded, uniquely placed by God.

zodiac 14-Mar-06/12:48 PM
I forgot to say before that your previous post was very good. This one, too.

From my perspective, everything I know about makes perfect sense without including God in my explanations for things. I've spent a lot of time thinking about how to run my life, and I have to say I do pretty well. I'm a very good person. I have no problems in my life. Seriously. When I have had problems in the past, I've taken care of them the best I could by myself, and they've worked out. I don't feel any lack. I don't feel like anything doesn't make sense. I don't feel displeased by life or the usual explanations for things. Why would I include God in things? Really, without already believing, what'll make me interested in believing?




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