Paul Ober: (rolling in with a booming laugh) Oh, Flatland! Land of lines and angles, where everything’s a right angle—except your psychiatric logic. What’s got you all wound up, Mr. Boxley?Mr. Boxley: (nervously) Oh, great Sphere! I... I think I’m seeing things. Lines... turning into curves! Shapes that can bend! I went to the Psychiatric Council, and they said I’m suffering from Dimensional Delusional Disorder. They prescribed me “Corner Calm.”Paul Ober: (chuckling) Corner Calm, huh? Sounds like it’s just a placebo with extra flatness. Did they ask you why you thought you saw curves?Mr. Boxley: (wide-eyed) No, they just said it was dangerous to question the “sacred two dimensions.” They told me to stop thinking about anything beyond 90 degrees.Paul Ober: Ah, yes! Classic psychiatry! They’re like those priests in the Church of Flat Geometry. “Two dimensions good, three dimensions bad.” Heaven forbid you expand your mind—or, in your case, your plane.Mr. Boxley: (whispering) But what if I’m not crazy? What if there are other dimensions?Paul Ober: That’s the spirit, Mr. Boxley! Now you’re starting to square up to reality. The Psychiatric Council wants you stuck here, boxed in, because the moment you start seeing beyond, their whole flat little world crumbles like... well, a stale cracker.
