Nine (9) is the glyph of the final stage of fatality. If it does not, then it must. Nine holds a throne of anticipation and unfathomable termination. 0.999... is nine at the cutting edge of measurement; it chains out further into the mathematical place of death. Why do numbered years like XXX9 (substitute for the first three digits of any culturally resonant year) hold such power over us? (Spoken in rhetoric.) If examined eschatologically, nine simply remains a time-glyph representing reality at its most terribly well-progressed. Suddenly apparent in the middle of casual mundane activity, nine is particularly weighted. 9/9/19 is yet another calendric haunting of the Long Nine. Let's rejoice, it's the numeral end in the middle of the beginning of the Scheme of Things.

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