Statistics are something we use to quantify something sloppy like soup, into something neat and tidy like people with OCD. Here’s one nugget of information I gathered recently; there are more bacteria in the human body than there are cells. So when someone lacking the proper authority dares to ask me who I am, the arms that glide around my private airspace do nothing but point to mostly things other than Me.

Great, so now what I thought was me; this fine construction of physical blocks, turns out to be something else. But if that’s true… who the fuck are you?