I have a petty love of perfection. Having begun something, I feel compelled to finish it. Tenth day of Christmas? Bah! I'm tired of the song and ready to move on. And yet, maybe that's good. Maybe it's time to get creative. Sure, the ten lords-a-leaping are supposed to refer to the Ten Commandments, but there are a lot of other tens out there.
Like Bo Derek. Dudley Moore thought she was a "10" but found out when he finally met up with her that a "10" isn't necessarily what you think it is, that reality doesn't match the ideal.
Ever wonder why it is we usually count to ten or rank things one to ten? Probably because we have ten toes and ten fingers. And I'll let you wonder why we have ten of those.
And then there's those words with ten in them, words I'm seeing everywhere, like ten-tative, or ten-t, or ten-drils, or ten-dacious. It's enough to make you ten-se.
But sticking to scripture, ten proves to be a popular number. Ten shekels, ten silver coins, ten minas. Ten days, ten times, ten years. Ten female donkeys, ten bulls, ten sheep. Ten loaves, ten cheeses, ten concubines. Ten basins, ten candlesticks, ten tables, ten lampstands. Ten talents. Ten is all over the place, almost as popular as three.
Some people really are quite taken with what might be called Bible numerics. For example, Andrew Harris says that "[t]en implies completeness of order, nothing lacking and nothing over. It signifies that the cycle is complete and that everything is in its proper order. Thus ten represents the perfection of divine order. " Hmmm. Indeed, he has a whole website devoted to such things. (Ah, poor Aussie spends his time on such ten-der things! It's a strange world down under.)
As for me, enough of such silliness. I'm going to bed. It's ten o'clock, and I've spent ten times too much time twittering on about these tens. (Alliteration, now that's something worth talking about. Another day maybe.)