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I was once an artist. My high school art teacher covered, in my earliest art class, the idea that odd numbers make for good design. I don't know why; it probably falls into the ambiguous class of reasons that also contains the reasons for why we all become more subdued around the correct shade of blue and why we become ravenous around the color orange. All I know is that a single red dot pulls the eye in- it makes a rather bold assertion. Two red dots, though- all they do is confuse or subdue. But they are not alone. Is the boldness and attention that comes with being the single red dot worth the inevitable? Loneliness? So often it seems that when one chooses to be bold, one also inevitably chooses a rather lonely path. To stand out means just that- standing out.