I find it amazing how much I live for numbers.   Being a physicist maybe I shouldn't be so suprised that numbers seem such a fundamental part of my idenity.   I spend all day thinking about numbers, what they mean, and how they govern everthing I do.

Sometimes I will catch myself in a deep thought about numbers.  The thought is so raw and knawing and unfiltered, that when I do catch myself thinking it I can't help but covet the feeling that I had before catching myself thinking it.  Psychologically, it is a round and round process, that has no meaning.  So the meaning I say must be in the numbers.  

But what about the numbers I see just to the right?  How much of my life becomes spent living for numbers hopefully not!