I see the number 23.
First thing in the morning when I role over to look at my alarm clock it’s 8:23.
When my girls stop me on a page when reading books at night it’s page 23.
The house across the street would have been 7023 if it was built.
My second child’s due date was March 23rd.
And by surprise today is April 23rd.
I see 23 maybe fifteen times a day or more.
I don’t look for it.
It finds me.
There are movies and there are religions that revolve around this number.
It began for me my Sophomore year of college. A long haired musical genius friend of mine introduced me to Robert Anton Wilson (who first heard of 23 from William S. Burroughs) and the Illuminatus! Trilogy. He explained to me that most incidents and events are directly connected to the number 23, some modification of the number 23, or a number related to the number 23.
Of course I wrote this off as nut jobbery. After all my friend barely slept and was a walking musical encyclopedia. There had to be something not quite right with him. Soon after our brief talk it began. I never look for the number. It just finds me. Fifteen years later I am still seeing 23.
Some see Jesus on a potato chip, I see the number 23.