We can not connect dots that are invisible to us. The sky is falling; it just falls, in human terms, very slowly. And by the time the obvious becomes apparent to the hopelessly occluded things will be totally FUBAR.
Flotsam and Jetsam on the Point and the Line
Flotsam and Jetsam
In their drift upon the sea of life discoursed and pondered
many a weighty and provocative imponderable
such as
might there exist a vertical dimension
to illustrate his object Jetsam recounted a tale about Mr. Point
conversing with
Mr. Line
Mr. Point found Line to be an interesting fellow
though something of an egotist
for though Mr Line was quite like any other point taken straight on
he alluded to possession of dimensions not shared by points around
Line boldly spoke about his intimations of the plane
at which the scoffing Point declared that
"even if there were such a thing as a plane it would be inconceivable
and therefore all talk of planes was
idle speculation"
to which Line replied that
if Point would stretch a bit he would gain perspective
well, Flotsam was not entertained by reasoning in this line
for thinly veiled in Jetsam's anecdote was his tired old point
concerning rectilinear space
which
not merely contrary to experience
blasphemed the sanctity of the plane
