NEEDLEWRITER

Number people

They ought to know it by now. And they do, don’t they? – „Ofcourse, they just keep silent about it (or lie )”. They got numbers. We mean by that simple numbers from one to ten…to god knows what number. The in betweens they unfortunately don’t like, like the poor old 3.14.
But what are those numbers we always ask them politely. A little irony to emphasise the situation. They are serious about the numbers. They mean with them their – HOME NUMBER. To be honest, some of us get the strangest idea what they are, the number people. They cost as much as the number says. By what means do we nubmerless people conclude that. By critical thinking, which we poor numberless people had to develop alone – ‚cause we just hadn’t the number for it. Had we?
So what we meant is number people – costly, we without number – worthy, because we just didn’t pop out of an epruvete and get all of it by means of birth. We needed to work for it. So we did. We worked out not to die among costly people. We fought the battle of ages and therefore why should’t we worthy people have a grip of something called HOME too? If theirs is the epruvete, what’s ours? IF theirs is the serial number that should tell us all about them, then what is there for us? A word? A picture, maybe? Do they ever reach the end – the number people I mean, because numbers go up to infinity, and never stop, do they?
We asked the number people and they got no clue – and we wondered why. We really did. Untill we ourselves concluded that they have no means of reading us – because there is no number to tell them all about us (the rest of the inhabitants of Earth – which didn’t pop out from an epruvete). Bye.