Old Pythagoras founded a religion, the main tenets of which were abstention from beans, metempsychosis, and the notion that God speaks to us through numbers. Here two and a half millennia later, beans are worth the toots to eat, rebirth is a quaint artifact from the land of computer tech support, but an unshakable religious faith in numbers is universal.
Take squares, for instance. Not the old game show. But square functions. Like force = mass x speed squared. That's why I'm good at 75 mph hour after hour but at 88 my neck gets tired of holding my helmet against the wind. 75x75 = 5625 while 88x88 = 7744. Just that 15 mph more is about half more strain on your neck. I could make way better time if it wasn't for this square schidt.
On the other hand, there are times the squares do you wonders. For example, one place to put your feet calcs out 1 x 1 = 1, but two places calcs out at 2 x 2 = 4, which explains why a pair of hiway pegs make your bike exactly four times as wonderful on a long ride.
It's the non math squares which never work out. Like today, crosing Kentucky, I see one sign after another announcing whiskey distilleries. All closed. Alas, it's a state riddled with dry counties and archaic laws, and this is a Sunday morning.
Here in Saint Louis tonight I trust I can find an adult beverage. Think I'll go out now and try.