Non Zero Chance
Math is the language of pure objectivity
To understand the nature of being
There are three mathematical pathways
First, the default perspective :
You can quantify yourself as magnitude
You can be five or seventeen or six thousand twenty-two
You can multiply or add, factor out the common variables
But there’s always a higher number
So we shed what used to give pleasure
And grasp for ever higher
Fundamentally it's a disbelief in the concept of infinity
Which becomes a metaphor for "atheism"
Which gives rise to the word “god”
Which is the active participle of all ego
Which is believed to be calculable
By a series of esoteric numerical manipulations
The second way is to turn from all quantified numericity
And embrace total zero
But there are two notions
Of zero. The wrong one is a nihilistic nothingness
This is the path of cynicism and suicides
Why go on? You’re nothing with nowhere to go
But who’s that face in the mirror?
Who says ouch when the needle is buried?
Who weeps when the Wilco song plays?
Who buys the gun?
Who says none of this is real?
It ain’t no one
The best way is the the dark side of zero
Not the decimal placeholder
Or the zero times anything is zero
But the empty set
The undefined, emptiness
Of pure absence
The answer to any number
Divided by zero
What is a number without nothing at all?
What is nothing at all without the all?
What is love without its lacerating loss?
Take those three statements and write a formula
Take the formula and run it through a shredder
There you go
It falls like large white flakes of snow
Now find a quiet place and count your breath
Set the timer for 20 minutes
Ask yourself: who’s counting?