Travel through dimension one: as strait as a line can get.
Then onto dimension two: happy bein’ square
Dimension three, the square, you see, becomes a cube.
Dimension four, this I’m sure is time and time alone.
But Ah, dimension five is something new, like a wrinkle in time.
Atomic clocks are set in shuttles, traveling light-years away.
But when we’re back, their times are different.
How can this be?
Ask the genius.

3=mc2

Figure it out!
 
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