The straight-line, box-ticking path to the finish line belongs to the Age of Reason. And good riddance. An age when most of humanity tried to shape the universe in their own image, then crushed its complexity into two-dimensional metaphors.
The Age of Experience doesn’t flatten, it folds. The grids morph into swarms of tesseracts, truly seen only in equations, never in full. Creativity spirals into infinite fractals. Community pulses - unpredictable, electric, impossible to ignore. Collaboration completes the pattern break - thriving in asymmetry.
And somewhere in that beautiful mess, we finally admit: the world never - ever - fit into three dimensions, let alone two.