If numbers were the most important thing in the world, I would be of little importance. My mind does not think in numbers. Numbers are a foreign language to me, and not the kind of language I yearn to speak. Always when I was young I wanted to grasp French, Spanish, Gaelic,..I have even tried my hand at Toklein’s Sindarin dialect. My favorite CDs are those by Il Divo and I’ve learned the words to Italian songs, Spanish, and even a bit of German. Though there was always something in my mind that held me back from speaking these languages fluently my secret ambition when I was younger was to be a translator at the United Nations. I never perfected another language and admire those who speak several- envy almost. Perhaps I have a learning disability I don’t know. But the desire is in my heart. However, I do not desire to speak the language of numbers. It’s not that numbers frighten me, rather they repulse me. I see them as alien, as aggressive, as enemies. To me, they dam a meandering river, they fence a grassy pasture, and cover over a hillside with pavement. How I can ever explain this yearning for movement in a caged world I do not know, for so many people love to build cages.
If you line me up and structure me according to your will If you seek to build a wall with my members And contain me with your armatures I cannot resist you for you are stronger. But I will grow my mosses over you. My ivy will strangle your voice The shadows of my limbs will cover you until your boundaries look no different than my foliage. - D G