to walk on.
(Or to land on, if justice is involved.)
Recently I was amused by a Godist who is a devout believer in
(a) God, and
(b) the ‘flat Earth’ thing.
It never ceases to amaze me what people will accept, and push, as ‘fact’* .
Not my problem though. My problem is trying to make sense of time, space, space-time and where do numbers go when you rub them out? (It keeps me awake at night, tossing and turning—in a waterbed that can earn some wildly enthusiastic pokes from an indignant Other Half—until finally the sleep fairy carries my soul away to Heaven for the duration.
But, back to the ‘Flat Earth’ concept … this dude
pings it en passant at around three minutes something. As far as I’ve got so far it’s been worth watching. And yes, I did already know that: I, a creaking ancient old mutt, am stronger than this entire planet. But don’t take my word for it, go watch the show.
As for the rest of it … he lost me …
… again …
* (CS care of Ark, if ya want to go there.)