In the realm of geometry, observe the plane: a flat surface extending infinitely in two dimensions, where the edges linger in the constant whisper of parallel lines, never meeting, always nearing.
/* Doodles on paper: * A bird, flying parallel to nothing. * The edges, they are following rules. * What rule? Perhaps the one that never bends. */
To understand the plane, one must embrace the abstract and the tangible, for they are intertwined like ink on the teachings' edge. Observe: 1. The theory, 2. The practical examples, 3. The space between the lines that write themselves.
The margins of time are filled with equations that dance, swaying to melodies unheard by the common ear. They sculpt realities in their forgotten symphonies.
Let us sketch the intersection where theory meets doodle: Chaos and Order, Infinity Delusion. Where rules are not rules but mere guidelines, a spectrum of planes unfolds like a forgotten saga.
Remember the edges of thought, They bleed into the infinite realms, The margins, once forgotten, become the essence.
There lies a world in the doodles of planes, where each curve of ink holds a universe, unbound by the limits of mathematical logic.