x!

First we take Manhattan, then we take New-York.

The answer is not six Jessica. You need to look much deeper. As in patterns. Nolan &

It's a fractal. The other x's are too small to see there are millions of millions they are uncountable myriads. & An infinity of kisses in one x!

By the way the figure shown is merely a representation of the fractal and just a crude approximation. The actual picture would look a bit fuzzy around the edges. The idea is that the “ X “ is substituted by five x's as shown. Next, each one of the four outer x's are substituted in the same manner, each by five even smaller ones. The process is continued indefinitely and results in the actual fractal- where every x however small is identical (scaled!) to my original ” X “. This is the pattern. The picture would be blurred around the corners with the x's eventually becoming infinitesimally small and infinitely many. My brother once showed me this. Pencil and paper helps and I think with computer graphics the picture could be quite pretty. My question was a bit unfair the correct (literal) answer is of course five. Or for that matter, one! Just fooling around. Thanks for the comments Jessica! Nolan &

I have to agree Richard. And it is because we're grown-ups (supposedly). The uncles with the thick spectacles behind those massive polished desks write dozens of learned books every day on infinity and they will tell you themselves they don't know what it is. To a child you don't need to explain anything even. Just say uncountable, that's more than enough his imagination does the rest. Maybe now we should imagine fire-works. ~ I would visualize my x! as the moment of conception xx

‘ the moment of a miracle is unending lightning’

Love is everywhere I see it
You are all that you can be, go on and be it
Life is perfect, I believe it
Come and play the game with me!

Open yourself to the first celebration
Open your eyes to the joy and pain
Life is the fruit of your own creation
Every new birth is a soul regained

Drinking my life from a silver fountain
Sweet water running to the cold salt sea
Old man moon on a white-top mountain
Sound of the wind singing dreams for me

Follow your heart like a flying stallion
Race with the sun to the edge of night!
Form your truth like a gold medallion
Dance in the circle of the love and the light!

&& John Denver