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

order exists as a kind of psychological shibboleth, a mental signifier of territory, a sisyphian stab at a reversal of entropy

to think all our wars and comforts depend on the line… a phantom, a thing that does not exist—but for geometry!

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 meaning

geometry: the fiction upon which rests our collective and necessary delusion of political, social, sexual or any other order…