5 (number) is

Five is the third prime number.The number 5 is the 5th Fibonacci number, being 2 plus 3. The atomic number of boron.The number of appendages on most starfish, which exhibit pentamerism. The most destructive known hurricanes rate as Category 5 on the Saffir–Simpson Hurricane Scale. The most destructive known tornadoes rate an F-5 on the Fujita scale. The Roman numeral V stands for dwarfs (main sequence stars) in the Yerkes spectral classification scheme.


There are traditionally Five Wounds of Jesus Christ in Christianity: the Scourging at the Pillar, the Crowning with Thorns, the wounds in Christ’s hands, the wounds in Christ’s feet, and the Side Wound of Christ.The book of Psalms is arranged into five books, paralleling the Five Books of Moses. The Khamsa, an ancient symbol shaped like a hand with five fingers, is used as a protective amulet by Jews; that same symbol is also very popular in Arabic culture, known to protect from envy and the evil eye. Muslims pray to Allah five times a day. 


According to ancient Greek philosophers such as Aristotle, the universe is made up of five classical elements: water, earth, air, fire, and ether. This concept was later adopted by Medieval alchemists and more recently by practitioners of Neo-Pagan religions such as Wicca.


Five is the number of years it has been since you left. Since you ascended to heaven, since you went home. Five is the number of years it has been since I have seen your smile, heard your laughs and seen the joy radiating out of your eyes . Five will be the number, tomorrow, or today, or yesterday. Or FIve years from now. No matter , five is the number on my mind. Time goes on. Memories fade and all we have are the shadows of time. The whispers on the wind, the fragrances in the air and the lingering heaviness of dreams… but I have you forever in my heart and you are forever remembered in my soul.

I miss you dad

Silviu George Klein

June 14, 1948- December 18, 2006



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Silence walks and rings her bell

Silence walks and rings her bell, the ground wet and cold beneath her feet… the air is heavy, it is suspended by rain, the fog lays ignored on this misty twilight by Silence.

Silence walks and rings her bell. The stones lie cold and alone on this twilight. Not a soul in sight but for the birds which rest upon the stones, memorials of those who passed, the birds pass by too.

Silence walks and rings her bell, for those who rest shall hear the ring of love, the sound of remembrance… they shall feel remembered.

Silence walks and rings her bell, she tires and walks the cold wet ground towards the gates. Slowly she turns towards the stones, watching the fog, acknowledging the birds and thanking the twilight. Be it of silence, remembrance, acknowledgment… Be it of presence…

Remember to walk with Silence and remember the day…

Happy Birthday Dad

June 14, 1948- December 18, 2006

The third birthday I missed…