He spoke of tremendous mysteries buried in numbers.
“Right under your nose,” he would say.
He’d spend an hour on the symbolism etched into the dollar, fill a notepad with calculations of its hidden meanings.
He counted everything.
Once I found him in the yard counting the needles on a pine tree, convinced the numbers would reveal a code.
Once I found him dissecting a robin, studying the entrails with a magnifying glass.
He said it held the secret.
“The secret of what?” I asked him.
He pointed at the world.
“All this.”
He tapped his chest.
“And in here.”
Repost from May 2015
And, of course,numbers do reveal mysteries. But not to this bloke
I do not think I could stand him for more than a minute. There are other ways of looking at the world.
He sounds happy enough in his own world. I’m just glad he’s not in mine.
Fascinating insight into someone’s mind. Loved this.
Susan A Eames at
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He’s either a misunderstood genius or…
And for all we know … it may … or it might well not …
There is a thin line between genius and insanity — and sometimes no line. Excellent story of a person who sees the world in a unique way. As long as he doesn’t pose a threat of harm to others, let him be.
Dear Josh,
Gotta go to K-Mart. Sounds like a bit of Asberger’s going on with him. They do see the world in their own ways, don’t they. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Over the centuries people have been scoffed at for claims they made, many of which in time proved to be true. Perhaps he knows something we don’t.
Here’s mine!
Ah, the secret of everything. The search is like opening an endless stream of Russian dolls.
Ah the secret of life. The search is like opening an endless stream of Russian does, when you open and discover the nex,t you carry on.
Yes. The fact behind the fiction is that some folks do have such burdens. Good story, well told.
He’s probably a genius hidden in an autistic world. Hope someone understands him
Gives me the shivers. The knowledge that there really are people who become obsessed with such things is very sad to me.