deep within tragic heart of the human condition, more basic [even] than the need for existential comforts [food shelter sex] exists: the absolute necessity and utter futility underlying the human need to find order: a line—center line, ley line, line drawn in the sand, borderline, line of longitude or latitude, line born from point translated to plane extruded to volume [and god divided the mass from the void and there was space]—manifests desire for order existing as a kind of psychological shibboleth, a mental signifier of territory, a sisyphian stab at a reversal of entropy and just to think all our wars and comforts depend on the line; a phantom, a thing that does not exist—but for geometry! the image of probability: of a thing or things or relationship between things that is/are or was/were or will be, of the imaginary needle in the fuzzy data cloud haystack of the illusion of territory, of the quantum particles of geometry: the fiction upon which rests our collective and necessary delusion of political, social, sexual or any other order