Zillion is a funnier word for myriad, which happens to be my favorite qualitative number.
For me, any exact quantity is only an approximate fraction of zillion.
If x is an exact value, x = y zillionths.
Qualitative math. Operations performed on none, some, few, many, myriad…
I suppose I’m still thinking about math today.
Little known anomalogue trivia: I have a shelf of math books, primarily about chaos theory (what Darwinism was to the 19th century and relativity was to the early 20th, chaos was to my itty-bitty generation) .
(Philosophical hermeneutics can be seen as qualitative chaos theory. Yes!)
I also have a bunch of statistics for nonstatistician books (statistics seems worth knowing but not enough for me to actually do the work of knowing it), a few classics on teaching math and some flaky ones addressing math aesthetics.
(If math aesthetics interests you, see my “handsome math” Pinterest board. I love Pinterest. Because it emphasizes our responses to the world around us instead of enabling us to project our alleged personas (now known as “personal brands”!) to the world, Pinterest is where you can see a person’s individual axiologic (to me, the very seat of the soul) in their tastes and hopes, rather than watching their boring attempts to compete for medals in the cramped ethnomethodic olympics of our times. I learned a lot about my own aesthetic seeing collected together and juxtaposed all the pretty stuff I spontaneously liked and collected together.)
“Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.” — Saint-Exuperie
I had exactly this same thought 20 years ago, and was startled to discover that someone had said it almost the same way, word for word, which probably means I saw it and forgot about it. It is a beautiful, true, neglected insight.
I’m in a weird, highly parenthetical mood.