Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea

by Charles Seife

Now imagine that a giant hand comes down and squashes the book flat. Instead of being a three-dimensional object, the book is now a flat, floppy rectangle. It has lost a dimension; it has length and width, but no height. It is now two-dimensional. Now imagine that the book, turned sideways, is crushed once again by the giant hand. The book is no longer a rectangle. It is a line. Again, it has lost a dimension; it has neither height nor width, but it has length. It is a one-dimensional object. You can take away even this single dimension. Squashed along its length, the line becomes a point, an infinitesimal nothing with no length, no width, and no height. A point is a zero-dimensional object.