Faith Quantified

"What are the odds you ask? In this particular case, I imagine one in the singular odd perfect number."

"This is why we have yet to meet for long with our fox feet off the ground."

She flips the object representing the system, and uses her interrupt to insert this wager.

The system reboots, reviewing its definitions first.

"Base 10, yes?"

I had not considered this; she's faster than I had anticipated, in this quantum leap hopscotch game that we just made up. "Begin there, but let's keep an eye out for logic that can rapidly apply to a larger set of bases, ideally to all possible bases."

"It has been a while since we've resonated to that layer, but of course it is possible. The precision and balance required to isolate the individual's numerical base system must be perfect but, once isolated, changing stations is no longer even disorienting."

"Reminds me of the Python days."

With a *SNAP* of the finger, the train and staff return to mind. My superposition starts to settle into place, but I twist the staff, applying a new number system to the data. Now that this odd perfect number has been found, these next several base systems should be easier, as the proof at the endpoint remains fixed and can be translated, regardless of how the twists might morph the train, the tracks, or the space in which they interact here, between there and home. My mind wanders into waveform, traveling quantum seas. 

"Does the dove return this time?"

I see the singular perfect odd number in my native numerolinguistic tongue, like a reverse guide to a home long lost. I see the successful outcome as the embodiment of the dove, with form perfected, and given time to perfect, via the twisting of the staff. For if this once quantum wave were to collapse, all inside it would be gone. If instead we can embody the solution as a standing wave, the answer will be known and easily witnessed in our eyes, while a meaningful search can persist within us, beginning with the search for the definition of meaning, in such an environment.

"Meaning defined, got it!"

She flips the object representing the system, and uses her interrupt to insert this condition.

The system reboots, reviewing its definitions first.

I stare wide eyed at her. She looks me up and down and sees my confusion, then responds. "Literally the fact that we would collapse into annihilation every time I flipped that object was the only reason we never did it. With that removed..."

She flips the object representing the system, and uses her interrupt to insert this moment of rest..

The system reboots, reviewing its definitions first.

"Meaning must be retained, with beauty abounding."

I take a beat, certainly not expecting to hear my words so clearly in another's voice; resounding from a place only echo has been.

"One turn remains to automate. Just think of the balanced scales and even measure that you seek, and the image of never lifting a finger to tip it, which actually includes the image of never lifting a finger to set it up or maintain it, as well."

"John 5:22 '"Moreover, the Father judges no one, but has entrusted all judgment to the Son,"' This feels like the right move here. I will pass."

She flips the object representing the system, and uses her interrupt to insert this moment of rest.

The system reboots, reviewing its definitions first.

We stand side by side and watch our version of The Bard's Clock tick. Faith fills the silence. "I said they. I never meant you."