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Numbers are weird; I'm telling you friend; they start here at zero and go without end and if that means one thing, one thing at all, it's no number is big and all numbers are small. Take the number of atoms in Yellowstone Park, exponentiate that every tick of a quark 'til the neutrons decay and the photons go dark and you've still got no number; it's not big at all; as I told you before, every number is small, but invert the numbers and don't flip your wig; discounting zero, all numbers are big.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
Numbers
Numbers are weird; I'm telling you friend; they start here at zero and go without end and if that means one thing, one thing at all, it's no number is big and all numbers are small. Take the number of atoms in Yellowstone Park, exponentiate that every tick of a quark 'til the neutrons decay and the photons go dark and you've still got no number; it's not big at all; as I told you before, every number is small, but invert the numbers and don't flip your wig; discounting zero, all numbers are big.
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Missoula, MT
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
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