Idea during a raging headache when codeine fails to work.
The number eight has the least weight of all the numbers. One is single, two is company, three's a crowd, four is everywhere, five is halfway, six is evil, seven is heavenly, nine is almost ten, and ten is ten. But eight? Handwritten on its side, it stands as a glorious infinity. Yet poor eight seems to be the outsider, I know not why.
Maybe because he knows he's forever, and so, outside of calculable realms.