I`m pointing. Pointing and poking, you see? |
I know I've done a lot of travelling between half-days on planes and whole-days in cars, but this globe makes pretty much everywhere look really close to right here, right now.
From here to California is only about a finger. Here to Europe isn't even two big hands. Heck, even Antartica is only a forearm and change. That isn't so far, is it? It doesn't look like it to me.
Even space flight shouldn't be so tough. I can put a toy on it and just knock it off the planet with a flick or by stomping my feet real good. SpaceShipOne got ten million buckaroos for that? Who fixed that horse race?
I know this is just a scale model of the planet, but what is it, maybe a 1/20th scale I think. Eighteen inches across times twenty, so the world is like thirty feet across I think. Times that by pie and you've got like forty-two feet of piping hot apples in circumference. Not forboding, tasty in fact.
It really is a small world, after all. I've always heard the song but never understood. Now I get it, and yeah, take the same gander I've got and it's pretty small alright.
At least I'm starting to understand why some nations are more wealthy than others. Some are carved of marble or granite, others of soapstone or alabaster. Then you get in to countries made out of plain old rock and petrified dirt. It all appears near, but some are so poor, illegible and misshapen. Where's the equality in that?
Oh, and don't believe that it only spins one way. Forward, backwards, knock it off the axis, whatever. I don't see tides shifting or polar (bear) ice caps melting.
Guess you can't believe everything you read on the internet, even (nay, especially) things in this report.
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