A tesseract has forty-eight faces | Like the Janus of a twenty-four-fold doorway | With a different line written across every face | Like phrases written on a page | The relationships are more important than the content | The space between the lines is even more important |

Being made up of eight cubes, each with six faces | There are forty-eight cells in this matrix | My grandfather read them across | Poetic images juxtaposed at random | Arrange that they are all commutative | Like the spaces between the lines of a net |

You must write one line on each face | My grandfather wrote them down | When he built his universal traveling device out of | Rigorous progressions of logical syllogisms | You can read them in any direction | A net can be folded in any direction |

The order must be precisely correct | Like the columns in an account book | Rigorous and painstaking numerical calculations | Forming a map, a key, a spell | Once they are folded into cubes | So that the sums carry over the gaps between columns |

The relationships among the lines determine the destination | Organized for the desired result, they | Arrive at a set of numinous coordinates | A card to the library at Alexandria | Where the cubes are joined with n-dimensional tape | To create what is called the net of the tesseract |

The space between the lines determines the distance | Sum carefully over the intervening time and space | Read your way to the hanging gardens of Babylon | An answer for all the riddles of the tribe of Sphinxes | Which is only an aid to understanding the mystery | A shape that approximates the reality |

But remember that it's only an approximation | To get you at least close to where you're going | The tree under which Gautama still meditates is guarded | May not be reached without giving up something | There is an algorithm that specifies the creation | Of a permutative labyrinth containing a logical Minotaur |

My grandfather warned me | You must be wary of the seductions of permutation | Infinitely differentiable manifolds of illusion | You thought precious; revealed to be empty | There is a revelation that destroys the perception | Of a tesseract folded into itself and disappearing altogether. |

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## 2 comments:

You said it could get me to the Library at Alexandria.

How come I'm stuck in Lodi?

Evidently you did not get the lines in the right order, Dan.

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