I am a decimal point. My worth or worthlessness hinges on my agility, my position on the mathematical calculation. I hold past, present and future in the depths of my numerical magic. I adore travelling, distance not measured by miles or metres, slight shift to the left I’m near, shift to the right I’m heading far.

I resemble an inconsequential blot on a pristine white page, perhaps lost or forgotten in the midst of a complicated formulae or equivalent equation. No spidery sign or flowery figure necessary to establish my existence.

Dot on a page, chalk mark on a board, I’m easy, but ignore my presence at your peril.

Place me in the wrong position and pennies in your purse could become pitiably poorer. Shift me several slidings eitherside and that delayed detonation delivers disaster.

Omit me occasionally and oceans overcome the populated planet. I am ten times mightier than the minus sign, one thousand times more popular than the plus, tens of thousands times more diabolical than the division and a million times mighter than a megatron.

I am Legendary! I am Legion! I am a Decimal Point!