Is That Marionette Real Enough Yet?

If numbers were to go to a dinner party, what would they talk about? "Remember that time we teamed up and multiplied ourselves to 1,125? Man, those were the good ole days." Or perhaps it' more similar to, "I just don't understand the youth anymore. All they do now is play with logarithms, related rates, and other frivolous stuff. Where's the respect these days? No one cares for basic arithmetic anymore."

Honestly, I don't understand math. I wish I did. I sit in class, pupils dilated, trying to absorb the information. But all I can picture is this dinner party. What if I'm supposed to go to this dinner party and introduce the numbers to words. How might they be received? As long, over-stated necessities that never solve problems in life, but, rather, they encourage and complicate issues? What might the words see in the numbers? That they're just simplified cop-outs dumbing down the world's keys to prosperity and vitality? Aren't they just drones leaving vagrant footprints in a world they believe to black and white?

Amidst the bickering and heated tension, I'd like to drop an autumn leaf. Nothing crafty, nothing complex. Just a leaf. Do you think they'd stop jabbering and chewing? Do you think they'd swarm with a realization of shared pain and fleeting mortality?

I'd like to, then, go outside and lean against the creaking oak tree as we silently watch the reunion of two old souls.