Ah! The Three! The Triad! The Triangle!
The Holy Trinity! The Three Graces. Hey, everybody loves the three. Three is the charm.
The Two (the number two, the concept of duality) splits unity (the One) into our world of opposites: life and death, present or absent, matter and energy, up and down, back and forth, figure/ground, yin and yang, Abbott and Costello.
Connect two points and you have a line. Connect three points and you define a plane. Now we’re getting somewhere. Well, it was plain to see. And there’s interplay between three points, three vectors or forces.
The vesica picsis – the intersection of the two circles – generates the equilateral triangle. The three is created by the full intersection of the two. Ah, the triangle! We were introduced to the triangle in geometry class. Remember? Congruent triangles, similar triangles, isoscoles, and right angle ones? The triangle is the cornerstone of trigonometry – and the main character in Euclid’s plane geometry – which has provided scientists and the rest of us with the template for logic – a system where you need to prove things before you think they’re true – a condition which is apparently hard to swallow for some of our modern-day “believers”.
Once again, hurray for the triangle! Hurray for its strength of structure! Paste two of those sturdy equilateral triangles together and you get a hexagon. And then, if you happen to be a bee, well, you’ll have a place to store your honey. More about the hexagon in another post. Back to the three. We grow up listening to stories about the Three. The Three Bears, The Three Little Pigs. Three wishes!
As adults we encounter the Three Musketeers, Three Coins in the Fountain, Three Days of the Condor, Three Dog Night, the Three Stooges, and the Tri-State area. In basketball there’s Phil Jackson’s triangle offense and the Triple Double (which sounds like an oxymoron, though). Baseball has the triple play (it’s a treat to see one), three bases to touch or tag (the fourth is called Home), and three strikes (and you’re out!). Hey, baseball season is fast upon us. It’s spring season! It’s spring, the time of rebirth, the time to plant seeds, the time of renewal and new beginnings. Check out Marina Kanavaki’s three magic. We at Bumbastories are glad to see Marina back.
Here’s a song in 3/4 time. Three beats to a measure! Sing along! Admittedly, I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry is one of Hank Williams’ saddest ones. But one his most beautiful ones too. And one plus two is three, so I’m out of here.