[A post card image from Inkognito.]
As I write this post the weather here at Rainbow Lake is unsettled. Windy with thunder in the distance. I fell asleep in the screened-in porch last night listening to heavy rains falling. I’m staring at a calendar (The kitchen wall calendar…this year: Japanese prints). I see that I have eleven days until I turn 72.
When I was a young boy of perhaps nine or ten years of age, I used to play Wiffle Ball with my older brother, Denny. After many swings and hitting little or nothing, I asked him something that worried me:
“Denny, how many fouls make an out?”
Without hesitating he replied: “72”.
I had no reason to not believe him…I was young.
But that number, 72, kept echoing in my mind over the many years since I sat in our backyard with my older brother. I decided to do a little research. Google was smoking for me two nights ago as I found many references to that magic number.
The fact is, that number is VERY significant in many ways…mostly to Numerologists.
Here’s a small sample of what I found:
–It is known in esoteric numerology as the Master Number.
–72 x 12=864…the diameter of the sun. (www.netfind.com)
–The average human lifespan is 72 years.
–December 21, 2010 (Winter Solstice) was the date of a total lunar eclipse which lasted exactly 72 minutes.
–The human body is 72% water.
–The Zodiac has 12 constellations and 72 secondary ones.
–72 is the par on an 18-hole golf course.
–There are 72 spaces on a Parcheesi board.
–72 Hz is the frequency commonly used to examine the emotional spectrum.
–In the Old Testament, God destroyed the Tower of Babel and divided the people by 72 languages.
–Jesus died for 72 hours.
–Muslims are awarded 72 virgins in heaven.
–The Pentagon in Washington has 5 angles, all of which are 72 degrees.
–WWII lasted 72 months.
–And, in numerology, 72 = tolerance, philanthropy and intuition.
And there is so much more.
So, what does all this mean for me? That’s a good question. All I can say for sure is that I’m not anticipating that day…a week from Friday. There are so many more years behind me than in front of me. Have I done right in all those years on this planet? Have I always made the right choices? (No). Have I lived a moral life? (Mostly). There are so many more questions but so few answers. My only real hope is that I will be here to write about the significance of the number 73.
My dreams at night are those of a young man, not with white hair but merely salt and pepper. I have no aches in my legs and back…in my dreams. The young women in my dreams say to me: “Yes, I could love you tonight.”
In the brightness of day, those same young women think: “He looks just like Grandpa.”
“If I’m here in the morning, baby, I’ll know I’ve survived. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m alive…but without you it doesn’t seem right. Oh, where are you tonight?”
“It is hard to do justice to old pleasures that cannot be revived–we seem half to disown our youthful selves, who loved and treasured them.”
–Alan Hollinghurst The Sparsholt Affair.
[Vitruvian Man. A sketch by Leonardo da Vinci. Source: Google search.]
[Full disclosure: No humans or animals were harmed while writing this post. The facts listed above have not been verified by me. They were found during a Google search. And, most importantly: This post is in no way a shameless and gratuitous plea for LIKES on my Facebook page on May 31. But, don’t let that stop you…]