LEAVES AND RAIN the leaves in the wind make a sound like rain the rain defies you to count its drops and confine it to one number the leaves the drops they are many but only a sign or indication of what multiplicity truly is you who can only think himself one try to think of the many and the multiples of many it is your one and their many one who watches and what can be seen that's two who and what two now that is a number that can be counted and has a use a real number not like one which is nothing not even a number only itself
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