Numbers are so precise and so desolate. Quantities are undisputed, like death. Our culture loves numbers, worships quantities and venerates accountants. When we count we have to concentrate on numbers and focus on quantities: we have to ignore the rest, which sometimes can be quite interesting, like Cathy N. Davidson marvellously shows in her book:
Meanings belong exactly to the rest. Despite all reductionism’s illusions, there isn’t any embedded meaning in numbers except the ones we label on them.
To enable meaningfulness we have to disable accounting.
(The very beginning of Mrs. Davidson’s book is dedicated to a nice story about this basketball accounting)