A Part of My Sum

...Or am I a smear across the eleven dimensions, a parabola described with multi-hued fingerpaint? Certainly I am too slippery to twist; I bend yet do not break. Already I have shattered uncounted times, my pile of dust showing precisely the patterns with which God colored me -- it fell in the exact size and shape He made. What a wonder it does not wash away in the rain -- obdurate as stone despite its transience...