Extrapolating eternity
"My father's house has many rooms."
Although Harold had always liked this quotation,
Never had it come to so resonate and bloom
Yet as that day years ago in his Physics class. The equation
Did not make sense but the concept was clear.
"If we can sense 4 dimensions, why can't there be more?"
More dimensions? But how to make them appear?
Every waking moment after that class like never before,
New thoughts filled him of what shape best described
Sequential dimensions four through ten:
Isometric projections, polyhedrons, cells inscribed
On polychorons, but nothing could sate the woken
Need for the palpable concept-object he lacked.
Sure there was one, he cast his palabra, and forged the spheroidal tesseract.
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