Nearby, the X-shape is rushing through the darkness, left to right, top to bottom, accidentally drawing the crude shape of a square in 4-D space. Static electricity generated by the spin of its passing is enough to make the hair in Jacob's ears stick straight out (he may not know this is why they itch a bit).     The X-shape led, and my old self followed, flying through the darkness on the bee television, that miraculous shape given me by the bees, and now being taken back by them.