Submitted by FMHLisa
I have five little fingers on one little hand,
I have six on the other, I don’t understand.
During all the long hours till daylight is through,
There is one little finger with nothing to do.
Heh, a little fun from my primary days.
So five huh? Let’s go stream of consciousness shall we?
I’m not one to get all symbolic and anyalizy about numbers. Numbers just don’t strike me that way. I know many people get excited about the 666s and the 13s the trinities and the pentagrams and stuff. I know people for whom numbers have colors and even personalities, but to me, numbers are more like rocks. Boring gray river rocks. Inert but rolled around by powerful unpredictable forces.
Which I’m sure says more about me than the numbers.
But one thing about five that *has* always fascinated me, my hands, which as it happens have five fingers. I admit that I sometimes get mesmerized looking at my hands (yes, even stone cold sober) (as always). They’re not particularly attractive by hand standards, but that’s just the thing, totally ordinary, yet just so very cool. They’re all bendy and feely. There’s a complex divinity in the lines and the curves, not like literally divinity, seeing fur real God in my hands would be weird and probably make me glow in the dark or something, but a divine shadow or the reflection of the brilliance of my existence, as God’s daughter with hands in God’s image. Curling and flexing and holding.
These five fingers drive the very core our entire number system. Ten, Twenty, Thirty, neat units of ten (five fingers on two hands), exactly because of these five fingers, that I have, in God’s image. It turns out that pretty much every creature on the planet with fingers and/or toes has them in sets of five. Like I said, I’m not one to read much into numbers themselves, but that 5 digits thing does seem like a pretty big deal. Why five?
I don’t know, but I guess that’s a little cooler than flat gray river rocks. Maybe.