A Karma number, in all its hideous annoyingness, was the glue that kept Alla together.
Dust in the wind baby, dust in the wind.
For the more obtuse among us, I will be starting a new trend, Karma Kraving. AKA, Anti-Karma Krying. AKA, Give me some fu[b][/b]cking numbers as it provides the substance of my soul and my identity.