Birth to death — the circle of life.
There is no equilateral in a love triangle.
But there are three sides to the story.
(To every story.)
The dunce cap — the cone of disgrace.
Sacred shapes?
Perhaps.
But all-in-all, what we really want is three square meals a day, a triangular roof over our heads, and a few gold bars in the bank.
And when the final curtain is pulled, a six-sided coffin would be nice, though a four-sided casket will do just fine.
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