One is unique: One can multiply itself and divide itself by itself and still be itself.
One is everywhere: every number is merely one number and under every number, at times forgotten, is unspoken One.
One has power: One remains above and to the right of all numbers reminding of how a number with 9 digits can be represented by a number of 2 digits.
One has spirit: "÷" or "x" a number by One, and the divided or multiplied number has an experience, but in the end remains the same, an image of One.
I, an image of One, like to place One above me as I can then see my place in Oneness.
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