Seven, huh?
That’s…
One week =
Seven days =
168 hours =
10,080 minutes =
604, 800 seconds
left to go.
But who’s counting?
That said, what’s up with “lucky seven” anyway? I know we all have far more pressing matters of state, but did you ever wonder why it’s called that.
‘Gotta be some specific reason beyond the crap table, don’t ‘ya think?
Yeah, I know I’m a pain in the ass, but I felt like I needed to know. And I poked around a little.
So…
It seems that the number 7 is the basis for many myths and folklore.
Ancient beliefs from around the world believed that the seventh son of the seventh son would be gifted with magical powers (both good and bad ones).
And not to get too Roman Catholic on all of you, but those biblical scholars have always claimed that God created the world in six days and then used the seventh day to rest and regroup.
And I’m not sure, of course, but if God ever played craps, I’m thinking that the Almighty might just lean on seven to beat the odds.
Wishing all of you a good night, with an eye on next Monday.
Like reaching any goal, somehow it’s more satisfying to share it, to celebrate it with others.
And I look forward to doing just that with all of you.
JFish
“The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt, April 1945