-Max, Max! Can we do one?
-Jenna!
-What’s three hundred and twenty-two times four hundred and ninety-one.
-One hundred fifty-eight thousand, a hundred two. Right?
-Right.
-Okay, seventy-three divided by twenty-two.
When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun.
So once when I was six, I did.
At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood.
My new hypothesis:
If we’re built from spirals, while living in a giant spiral, everything we put our hands to is infused with the Spiral.
