I do love math — yep, I’m a math nerd.
I devour off-kilter coincidences — sometimes found in numbers. So, a small confession: quite a long while ago, while at the hospital awaiting the birth of our middle son (things were stalled at that point, so — while watching Jordan get 45 in the Garden, and the purple M&M introduction turn the Empire State Building that shade)… on a scrap of paper, I started sorting the digits of Pi into a pyramid. And it turns out that… if you break the top nine lines of the “pyramid” at the right spots, the edges are all identical. For at least the first 11 or so lines; and it forms a near perfect triangle, depending on the font.
Then, plainly overjoyed with my second’s arrival, I promptly forgot about that scrap of paper, from the delivery room.
And… several decades later, one of my brothers picked up on the thought — which I mentioned in a passing phone conversation. As he had lots of time on his hands, the mug at right resulted. Okay, now you know.
I won’t rise at nearly 2 am — I will wait until mid afternoon tomorrow — but trust that I will partake of a slice of tart cherry pie, when I do. I’ll wash it down with hot coffee and cream.
And think of the three dimensional pyramids, somewhere still lost to the sands of time — and wonder whether the Egyptians or the Kushites… carved these same repeating-edge digits into the stone blocks on the corners (in some language we can no longer read).
Whoosh. Enjoy, one and all, come tomorrow — whenever you celebrate that most useful of numbers!
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