Science In Flatland

You, a scientist with a poet's heart, and I a poet, with a love of science, approach the unknown like blind men to an elephant. We both know it is there. We've each touched it briefly. It teases and tantalizes, as it did today, when each called the other, with the same insights, and finished each others thoughts. Can we track it down like dark matter? This has no universal boundaries from which to gain a sum. Can we analyze it's symptoms? Rise above it like Flatland. Map it? Chart it's moves? Explore it's topography with insensitive hands? Where's it's trunk? Where's it's tale? Are we idiots going over old ground? Are we touched? We know it's out there because we both rode the beast when we least expected it, and backed away, when it began to show it's face.