And What This Is I Just Don't Know

The reality of the situation rarely lives in just one plane of existence. Most of the time, a congruence of different angles juxtapose just so to bear a new and intangible matrix; unkown, a bit scary, it transcends through many layers to, in the enlightened end, become a familiar shape.

Usually two arcs, conjoined at a sharp point: the ubiquitous, easily recognizable 2-D representation of a mammalian heart.

How does such a tangled web, blurry and dispersed, sharpen just so when looked at from the right angle? Wiser men have asked better questions than this, and everyone still stands around with their hands in their pockets, trying not to be the last one picked for the dodgeball team. Disappointment, that guest that no one remembers inviting, yet always closes down the bar, still breeds its sickly offspring, and in quantities full blooded bunnies might envy.

The long answer includes part of an earlier version of the quadratic equation—a more difficult and less elegant form that could never be punched into high school brains (sad to think it’s been forgotten, dusty and crying in a corner, if we have solved it instead of the more popular and arrogant incarnation, quantum physics might have found its golden ring of unity by now). It also necessitates a loving knowledge of proto-hungarian, that marvelous precursor to Korea and the Magyars. For obvious reasons, that explanation shall be skipped.

Therefore, without further ado (which always seemed like a ludicrous statement, enough with the parantheticals and just get to it all ready and all that jazz) we get to the short answer: the only certain thing we know is that no one knows anything for certain.