Capitolo 87
in the perfect calm of the vacuum cleaner through which we flew aloft,
the sound didn't arrive our ears they cultivate us we checked our flight
to a distance from him of anything under diagonal winds human.
"You seem that", says my Guide, "in Flatland you hasts lived;
of Lineland you hasts received a vision; you hasts flew aloft with me
to the heights of Spaceland; now to complete the series
of thy experiments, I conduct lowest descending thee to the depth of existence,
also to the kingdom of Pointland, the abyss of Any dimensions.
"Sees yon miserable creature. That Point is a Being as us,
but it confined to the not-dimensional Gulf. Him he is his/her his/her own World,
his/her really Universe; of some anything else other than him he cannot form conception;
he doesn't know Length, neither the Width, neither Height, for him you/he/she has had anybody
experiments of them; he doesn't also have knowledge of the number Two;
neither it has him a thought of the Multiplicity; for him he is the his/her One and Everybody,
really not being Anything. He/she anchors you brand his/her perfect same-appeasement,
and from now it learns his/her lesson that to be same-satisfied have to be scurvy
and ignorant, and whether to inhale is best whether to blindly be
and impotently happy. Now the listening."
He stopped; and there it rose from the small creature of humming a small,
low, monotonous, but separate tinkling, as from one of Your Spaceland
phonographs from which me taken these words, "Endless beatitude
of existence! It is; and there is no anything other close to Him."
"Thing", did it say me, the small creature "he/she wants to say from ` it?'" "He means
him", says the Sphere: "Has now noticed not him first,
those children and childish people that cannot distinguish
from the world, do you speak of them to the third person? But silence!"
"He/she fills every Space", it continued the small soliloquizing Creature,
"and what fills, is. What he/she thinks, that sends forth;
and, what feels; and it is Thinker Utterer,,
Hearer, Thought, Word, Audition; it is That, and he/she anchors the All in Everybody.