I cannot imagine what it must be like to spend like six hours working on, you know, conceiving of something in a higher dimension and then feeling like you're getting pretty close to it. I kind of get annoyed with people who sort of expect that we should have the answers to all of these things or whatever. There is a whole strain in analytic philosophy where people are like, okay, and we've solved this much math. And therefore we understand the nature of the universe or whatever. We're basically just giraffes here.