I recently got a tattoo that consisted of nothing but straight lines. 
Perfectly straight lines. 
Geometric in shape and angular in style.

Then, later, I got one who's shape was rounded; one that found its expression not in polarities, but in the spaces that lay between. With very few lines and even fewer points. 

Lines are everywhere. When you start looking; if* you start looking, the world is made up of nothing but lines. Up and down, left and right.....take a look: everything is a line. Everything is made of lines. 

Sometimes these lines intersect. And sometimes they don't. Sometimes they run alongside each other and never touch. Sometimes they run really* close, so close it would appear they are touching....but, when you actually look, you can see that they are not. 

That is the problem with lines: because they're everywhere, we believe in them too much. We believe that lines are the way of the world. We believe that if its not a line, its not real. How could it be? I mean, lines give us order and understanding. Most of all, lines provide us with verifiable proof (if you're not on one side, you MUST be on the other). 

But hey--what about those lines that can't be drawn? What then? How do we get our order and understanding and proof when we can't use lines? Does that mean these things can't exist in their absence? Or, does it mean that they never existed at all, and that all the lines did was lead us to believe they did (silly us).