Globe.

Since the beginning of time, it's evident.
The world is spherical; double-dimensions are only in books.
Plane vectors, straight lines and squares are just illusions because, they don't exist in life.
Nothing will ever be definitely positve, nor anything otherwise.
Circles are for loopholes.
There're no such thing as perfect, so how did we get here today?
Traffic systems, road lines and crossings are an almost-perfect creation, but nothing will ever be perfect. Sacrifices have to be made for the better good of the world, and that means accidental anomalies.
So who said what how where when is good? What is good?
Whose definition of good, is good?
There's no such thing as a collective voice, because no two individuals have indentical thoughts.
Are our punishments for the greater good? Then why do people in the past have an altogether screwed perception of perfection, tweaked in a very grotesque way, uncomprehensible to people of nowadays?
Then, that was good. That was the good we thought bad now. So does that mean today's good was thought bad then?
Whose good is the true good, anyway?
How will we ever get to know?
Just because everything seem perfect now doesn't mean that it is perfect.
In fact, it's far from it. Ask someone from the future, they'll tell you the truth. Maybe the truth.