Author's Note: This was my favorite piece to write, to be completely frank, though not at all easy. I spent a really long time on this, and it's still not entirely to my liking. Expect it to be revised every month or so!!

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He was a very happy man with no upside-down smiles. Ever since he was born, he lived on a line. Every morning, he would awaken at 6 AM sharp. He would don a pair of shorts and run through the park.

His house was plain – a triangle over square. Often winters passed a swirl – a cold front of air. He had no garden, no need for a fence; but to the left of his house stood a tree and a tent.

And in the tent lived a Ridiculous Man, who spoke of strange places and foreign lands. He spoke of architecture and magical things: boxes, refrigerators, and static cling.

So naturally, One Dimensional Man paid him no mind. He was a busy fellow who lacked any time. He had shingles to fix, lines to smooth. There were wet dots falling through the hole in his roof.

Still the Ridiculous Man persisted. “You should have come,” he nagged and insisted. “You would have been amazed at these things I saw, your mouth hanging open, had you a jaw.”

Finally, One Dimensional Man consented. Grumbling and griping, along he wented. He had no immediate plans or anything to do. He covered his cynicism, and would humor this fool.

And oh, did they walk, for a very long while. One Dimensional Man began to grow tired. “Patience”, said Ridiculous Man, “a few moments please. We’ll reach that place when we clear those trees.”

“Do tell we’re not walking to the edge of the planet,” exclaimed One Dimensional Man in a panic. “Do not be afraid,” Ridiculous Man said, “it is quite safe, and indeed up ahead!”

They stopped at the edge of the world, where lines ended, folded or curled. “You lied, I see nothing,” One Dimensional Man scoffed. But Ridiculous Man smiled and pointed aloft.

One Dimensional Man turned and saw through a crack in the sky, the supernatural things he had denounced as lies. He gazed and gazed up at this wonderful place, then turned to the Wise Man and begged for his grace.

He fell to his knees, humbled and subdued. He readied his mouth, feeling hopeless and crude. “No need for apologies,” the Wise Man said sadly. And so they sat and they gazed at the world void of flatness.