By: [Your Name]
Most people go mad at level three. At level six, language breaks down. Consider the painter who paints a picture of a gallery. Inside that gallery, there is a painting of a gallery. Inside that painting, there is a painting of a gallery... six times deep. At the sixth iteration, the painter realizes that they are also a painting.
Probably not yet. Most of us are still trying to break the first wall—escaping our own living rooms.
When you break the sixth wall, there is no applause. There is no audience. There is just the cold, perfect silence of a flawless mathematical structure that has realized it has a splinter.
Bon voyage, you beautiful monster. Do you think you’ve encountered a Hexanaught? Or are you one? Let me know in the comments below.