Unstoppable Pi

Pi symbol surrounded by concentric rings of digits and natural patterns
The symbol π anchors concentric rings of digits amid shells, leaves, flowers, and branching natural forms. (This was made by the image generator with the prompt the pi symbol in nature.)

I noticed that my total number of posts today was 395. This reminded me of the number pi, and it reminded me of the number 42. I did wonder if there was a real connection between 395 and pi, and this is what I found.

“When evaluating \(\pi \) out to 395 digits past the decimal point, the string of numbers finishes as follows according to Decimal Info:

3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091456485669234603486104543266482133936072602491412737245870066063155881748815209209628292540917153643678925903600113305305488204665213841469519

Within these first 395 decimal places, there is a distinct frequency breakdown of digits, including exactly 39 instances of the number 5. [1]” This quote was taken from the website decimal.info

How does the number 42 connect? Well, 3 times 14 equals 42. I have read that there are other connections, if interested, you can explore this possibility.

I deleted 3 posts last night, and by adding this post, my total will be 393 published posts. I have 1 post in the trash which I might restore into my drafts folder. It has a nice picture of my mother holding home grown rhubarb. She was famous for her rhubarb pies.

She grew rhubarb at her vacation home in New Brunswick, Canada. She lived on a Crow Island Road. You could see the Bay of Fundy tides come in and out from her home.

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2026. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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