23, the human number

What is it with people and the number 23? William Burroughs, Genesis P. Orridge, Aleister Crowley, Robert Anton Wilson and a host of other writers, musicians, magicians, and ordinary nut-jobs have been and continue to be obsessed with it – linking it to synchronicity, coincidence, and all sorts of ‘mystical’ stuff. The 23rd day of the month has seen the births and deaths of many famous people, as well as many historically significant events and disasters.

Of course, Robert Anton Wilson is responsible for a lot of this nonsense, God rest his delightfully addled soul. Back in the days when I looked more like Freewheelin’ Franklin than Uncle Fester, we all read Robert Anton Wilson’s The Cosmic Trigger, which describes his descent into a self-induced state resembling paranoid schizophrenia. In this state, he encounters various ‘entities’ and generally embarks on a quest to discover the true secret of the Illuminati which, for some reason, involved the ‘Dog Star’ Sirius and the number 23. Stoners of a particular persuasion have been dining out on this stuff ever since.

Having gone through a similar experience at the age of (you guessed it) 23, I personally wouldn’t wish it on a dog (no, Siriously!) let alone write a book about it all. As I remember, the final chapter of Wilson’s book rather lamely concludes that the whole series of events may or may not have happened within the author’s mind, and that perhaps the number 23 could eventually mean anything you wanted it to.

Gee, Robert, you think?

But why board the cosmic ghost train in search of truth? Here’s a much simpler look at some of the ways in which the number 23 might be significant.

23 and the book of numbers

“All things are numbers” Pythagoras

Numbers form the basis of cosmology in all ancient civilizations. The Babylonian, Greek and Indian mathematician philosophers believed numbers held the secrets of the divine order of the universe. And the big hitters in the cosmic number scene are the first three: 1, 2, 3.

Most origin myths tell a similar story: in the beginning was the big One which split into the world of Duality – dark/light, good/bad, etc. Then along came the number 3. This has various meanings, including synthesis, the divine, the saving grace, the unifier of opposites. The number 3 was seen as the ticket out of the eternal war of duality.

The first two prime numbers, 2 and 3, pretty much sum it all up as far as I’m concerned. Evens and odds. Matter and mystery. Duality and beyond.

Pre-Christian systems have sometimes represented this unique combination of 2 and 3 by the summing them into the number 5. The five-pointed star, or pentagram originated some 4000 years ago in Mesopotamia, possibly as a plot of the transit of Venus. By the time the Pythagoreans seized upon it, the pentagram represented health, harmony and the marriage of the terrestrial and the divine. Since then, almost all western occult and religious traditions have applied meanings to it: five elements, five senses, five wounds of Christ, etc. Sadly, today, it’s commonly (and incorrectly) associated with black magic, partly due to an effective smear campaign by the late medieval Church.

As beautiful and fascinating as the pentagram is, its meanings have become hopelessly confused over time. Moreover, its structure tends to obscure the independent characters of its component numbers 2 and 3. Which brings us to an alternative way of representing the great asymmetric union between the divine and the material.

The number 23.

23 and uncertainty

First let’s have a look at how the church once tried to describe the mystery of all mysteries. By the 15th century a popular way of graphically explaining the mystery of the Holy Trinity was a diagram referred to now as The Shield of the Trinity. It often appeared in illuminated manuscripts or stained glass windows. Here’s an example. The three in one God neatly mapped out for us all to understand.

However, when I look at a design like this, I take from it an overriding message of a universe that has already been ‘sewn up’ – all bases in the divine plan have been covered and nothing can budge. No doubt this was comforting to the medieval mind but, to a modern mind, the effect is quite claustrophobic.

23, on the other hand, symbolises the exact opposite of all this stultifying certainty. It tells the story of an asynchronous universe full of of asymmetries and ambiguities, uncertainties and undiscovered potential.

23 and that wobble in the beat

It’s no accident that march music has such a monstrously unambiguous beat. You can’t help but notice that a lot of preachy rock also does. When you need to hammer home a certainty – be it political or religious – the sound of a hammer is just the thing. Don’t bother dancing to it.

Polyrhythmic music, by contrast, has no such certainty. A lot of west-african polyrhythm involves 2 beats and 3 beats played over the same time span. The effect is delightfully disturbing. There’s a pulse, but so many ways to move to it.

23 is the first twinless prime

A prime number is one which has no factors except itself and 1. Prime numbers are irreducible. There are no end of strange facts about the number 23. For example, the first five prime numbers, 2, 3, 5, 7 and 11 – add up to 23. Which is itself a prime number.

23 is not only a prime number, it is also described by mathematicians as a twinless prime. After 2, the prime numbers begin appearing grouped as pairs, two integers apart. 3,5; 5,7; 11,13; 17,19… until you reach 23.

23 just sits there all by itself. No twin.

23 and our glorious incompleteness

There are 23 pairs of chromosomes in our human cells. Is that significant? I don’t know. But what is significant is what we might possibly do with them. Forget aliens and illuminati and entities from other dimensions. 23 is our number, our symbol – we human beings. 23 represents why we feel so unique. It’s a symbol of both our uncertainties and our potential. We have evolved to where we are, not because of a heaven and earth in complete balance, but because of our lopsidedness, our incompleteness, our imbalance.

Lami tries Q

Lami held the vial in his palm and rolled it back and forth with his index finger. It was a small tube sealed at both ends, obviously metal, yet you could see right through it. Another odd thing: holding it up to his ear, there was a sound like an orchestra tuning up.

Quantum. “Q” the dealer had called the drug, spitting the name out onto the alleyway.

Yes, Lami was stalling now. He knew this was going to be pretty intense, all the grID chatter said it was. Still, Jarma was there in the room. She’d agreed to come over and keep an eye on things, just in case. She’d brought a book.

Lami unscrewed the cap to reveal a glass vial that fitted exactly inside the metal tube. He’ d been told what to do: break the top of the vial and immediately snort the contents up your nose. He knew there weren’t any ‘contents’ in the normal sense. This stuff wasn’t really there. Some kind of subatomic shit.

“OK, let’s do this!” he said with bravado.

Jarma briefly looked up from her book then went back to reading. She and Lami used to have a thing but, well… she’d met this cool robot designer and… still, Lami was a nice guy. She owed him.

Lami snapped the glass top, snorted, and almost immediately wished he hadn’t.

Lami was nowhere. Literally nowhere. There was nothing. He was nothing. Almost. He could feel parts of his body, but they kept diminishing and drifting away. It took a lot of effort to bring them back and sometimes when they came back, they weren’t his. Everywhere was darkness. Stinking, rotting darkness. He ‘saw’ things simply because they were there. Or not. He tried hard to think, but there were too many of him, or maybe none. There were others too. Creatures, if you could call them that. All sizes. Immense gelatinous things that Lami was just a speck on. And smaller, indescribably horrible things pressing in on him, entering him. Silently screaming, he fought back, but it was useless. He was useless – a piece of non-existent debris caught in a putrefying black tornado. Sometimes the creatures violated him, hurting him terribly, but mostly they had no interest in him at all. Time was a joke with no punchline. Lami knew in his soul this would last forever; horror, pain and emptiness with no end, with no death to save him. He moved like a cracked snail through endless empty existences, trying to find some place of rest. Eons passed, then passed again for good measure. Occasionally, it all went backwards. In one of his lifetimes, Lami noticed a soft sheen on the surface of darkness. Dark Lami became fascinated by the sheen, but also terrified by it. He so wanted to touch it. Smell it. Enter it. Unite with it. The eons passed, and the sheen coagulated into blobs of something. The blobs got bigger. It was all happening fast, faster, too fast, as Lami was sucked into something he had forgotten could ever possibly exist.

Light.

Jarma had watched Lami snort the contents of the bottle and settle back on the couch with his eyes closed. She had just managed to read half a sentence, when her ex-boyfriend suddenly jumped up and stood staring wildly at nothing, shrieking like a crushed bird.

“Shit, that was quick!” she said casually. “Did it do anything?”

Tonight on SBS

5:30 Self-Aggrandising Designs (Reality). In the picturesque Cotswolds, merchant banker George Saxon and his wife Cecilia, a nail beautician from Clapham, are building their dream home – a six storey structure resembling a giant dagger stuck into the earth. Cecilia cherishes the various ‘personal spaces’ within the design. Tragedy strikes when the glass tiles, handcrafted by Syrian refugees, fail to arrive from Milan. As the day of the housewarming looms, how will Cecilia cope? Will she have time to practice her healing sutra? Will George be working late in London again?

6:30 SBS News (cancelled due to the satirists strike)

7:30 What on Earth’s That Thing? (History). Some bloke with a beard relentlessly trudges across rain-streaked Britain to discover how scientists with bad teeth are unearthing the never-before-seen history of the ancient world (mostly small lumps of rusting metal) using virtual reality, pointing at laptops, and 3-D printing.

8:30 Tinder Made Me Do It! (Sitcom). Follows the lives, loves and social media profiles of six 20-somethings working for a Silicon Valley start-up that delivers manure via drones. Hilarity ensues when Sonia and Ajax get their ‘friends’ lists mixed up with the customers.

10:30 Utterly Ghastly (Documentary). A fearless investigation from Channel 4 into the alarming phenomenon of ‘sewer suicide’ which is currently sweeping the western world. Reporter Seamus Seamus literally goes underground to find out why so many people now choose to drown themselves in shit.

11:30 Seeking My Vagina (Reality). Comedienne and performance artist, Morticia Fu, wanders the streets of Los Angeles in search of her vagina. Along the way she meets several outspoken members of the voluntary catatonia community.

12:30 Sex Ninjas (Movie). Cult Hong Kong director, Thong Thung, delivers this riotously subversive tale, exploring the outer limits of eroticism, violence, and logic. Featuring a rare cameo performance by the legendary Jimmy Kwang, just prior to his operation.

All the news that’s fit to fake

Good evening. Here is the news.

Last night, in a drinking game gone horribly wrong, Donald Trump, Vladimir Putin and Rodrigo Duterte accidentally blew up Africa. As the three were sleeping it off, China swiftly moved in mining machinery, and erected military bases and stuffed-panda factories. United Nations Secretary-General António Guterres condemned the actions of all parties “in the strongest possible terms”, before vetoing himself.

Stung by recent poll results, Theresa May took a bold initiative to revitalise her party’s flagging election campaign by growing a beard. Jeremy Corbyn was seen by many observers to outwit his opponent yet again when, later in the day, he shaved his off.

There were gasps and cheers at Cannes when controversial actress Ima Notyu stripped naked on the red carpet. She later told reporters, “This sends a clear message to fascists everywhere.”

Pope Francis said absolutely nothing all week and 1.2 billion catholics gave thanks.

Canada is trialling a new program where motorists can choose which side of the road they drive on, depending on how they feel. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau praised the radical scheme for its ‘inclusivity’.

Scientists at CERN claim to have discovered fresh evidence that we don’t actually exist. Their findings were published in the New Journal of Physics on June 5, but the paper had mysteriously disappeared by June 3.

And in shocking news just in, it has been revealed that Cecil the Lion is actually alive and well and living in a resort in Madagascar. Walter Palmer, the man who originally shot Cecil is reported to be ‘devastated’. A spokesman for the Palmer family said they would “just like to put this behind them and get on with their lives”, requesting that their privacy be respected. A social media backlash is now building, with the hashtags #BoycottCecil and #IllShootWithYou trending on twitter.