We’re the heavy eleven.
Think about that number for a couple of seconds.
It’s a pair of ones, side by side.
When people talk about couples,
significant others, they often say something about
two people becoming one.
I’ve always liked the idea of two ones.
Two single and separate entities becoming a
recognizably different thing, yet still able to be
autonomous.
What an enormously human achievement.
And,
the achievement in no way has to be relegated
to romantic partners.
We can all be friends, right?
We can have each other’s backs, yeah?
Support one another?
Thick and thin, and all that kind of thing?
Home team?
Visiting team?
Does it really matter?
I’m one.
Me.
Alone,
You’re one.
Alone.
Independent.
Relevant.
Real.
Like the ones
in the number eleven.
One. one.
Two ones.
Side by Side.
Each holding the other up.
Supportive.
Encouraging.
Together.
The heaviest
of
elevens.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2019
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
We’re the heavy eleven.
Think about that number for a couple of seconds.
It’s a pair of ones, side by side.
When people talk about couples,
significant others, they often say something about
two people becoming one.
I’ve always liked the idea of two ones.
Two single and separate entities becoming a
recognizably different thing, yet still able to be
autonomous.
What an enormously human achievement.
And,
the achievement in no way has to be relegated
to romantic partners.
We can all be friends, right?
We can have each other’s backs, yeah?
Support one another?
Thick and thin, and all that kind of thing?
Home team?
Visiting team?
Does it really matter?
I’m one.
Me.
Alone,
You’re one.
Alone.
Independent.
Relevant.
Real.
Like the ones
in the number eleven.
One. one.
Two ones.
Side by Side.
Each holding the other up.
Supportive.
Encouraging.
Together.
The heaviest
of
elevens.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2019
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