God's children, they hijacked parchment planes, or made them vaster, yet more finite so (a trick lost on, or to, Cartesians;) for all day we'd watched, helpless as dreamers, hands that swayed straight parallels, then failed to intersect what ought've intersected – so; and trod the same bent circles till (forgetting these were God's own figures,) we abridged. Outlawed the negative, odd angles, sines. Left squares reduced to weightlessness, whose even-shod simplicity lulled us, told us how a piece outweighs the whole, how points are naught. That there's a good to invert evil - and a God still greater than or equal to our cares.