Here’s what I know about Statistics:
I don’t want to know about Statistics. . .
Even when I’m trying
not to be a Statistic
it makes me O N E. . .
A N D
for some odd reason
we care
we worry
we organize
we itemize
we calculate
we add
we subtract
we multiple
we divide
we fraction
we integer
ourselves into a frenzy
that the best cocktail of anti-anxiety pills
couldn’t begin to reach
touch
faze
or eliminate. . .
let alone figure out
the probability
the analytics
that 1 + 1
will never equal 3
even though it continually
has shown that its tantamount of that
and so very much more. . .
Hmmmmmmmmmm of the Day:
What are the odds
The Percentages
we’ll ever really figure
I T
o u t. . .
Psssssssssssssssst of the Day:
L O W
if any at all. . .
If that doesn’t French Fry
your Baked Potato
(which already statistically out-chromosomes us)
nothing will. . .
add t h a t up
Being a Caring Catalyst
doesn’t eliminate
New Math
or any form of analytics
or statistics
it just doesn’t get bogged down in stopping
what a Caring Catalyst does best:
C A R E
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