Prostrating myself mentally before my guide, I cried, “How is it, O divine ideal of consummate loveliness and wisdom that I see thy inside, and yet cannot discern thy heart, thy lungs, thy arteries, thy liver?”

“What you think you see, you see not,” he replied; “it is not given to you, nor to any other being to behold my internal parts. I am of a different order of beings from those in Flatland. Were I a Circle, you could discern my intestines, but I am a being, composed as I told you before, of many Circles, the Many in the One, called in this country a Sphere. And, just as the outside of a Cube is a Square, so the outside of a Sphere presents the appearance of a Circle.”