Notes - the counting /

         You woke up counting and you were already in the seventies. You stopped in the one hundred and eighties.

         0135 hours. Obviously I was in a light sleep. I don’t ever remember waking up counting. I must have been into my exercises though I don’t usually count beyond a hundred and fifty no matter what the exercise. One hundred and eighty degrees of arc is a flat line. That doesn’t sound ominous though. So, I might be standing on a flat field with a full dome of stars overhead. Let me count the ones.

         Who will count the zeroes, boy? – Amorella

         0145 hours. There are no zeroes, just a star field of ones.

         There are a multitude of Necessities then. – Amorella

         0148 hours. There are a multitude of Necessities but only one Fate.

         That makes some sense to it, don’t it boy? – Amorella

         0153 hours. It makes a post-ing.

         A counting post will do. - Amorella