The political season, having reached the expected crescendo of crazy, The Missus told me she was tired of it all and wanted to talk about something else. Not that I’m constantly going on about it, but even the little I mention is too much, I guess. “Fine,” I said. “Let’s talk about Flat Earthers.” With a sigh, she dropped her head into her hands. “Jehovah’s Witnesses?” Belief has always fascinated me. For one thing, the …
Every time I encounter a flat earth believer, it’s like coming across a highway accident. As I slowly inch by the sputtering road flares, I try not to look at the broken inferences, non-sequiturs, and bloody analogies strewn on the road. But look I must. In doing so I feel pity and sadness at the loss of another misled mind that swerved into oncoming science, saying to myself, “if only they had been secured by …
“They want us to think it’s all down there,” he said with disdain in his voice. “What?” I asked. “The crust. The mantle. The molten core. All of it.” “Oh! You mean the Earth!” I said, catching up. “You’re talking about what’s down there below the surface and all?” “What they want us to believe is down there, you mean,” he corrected. He kept saying things like that. As though knowledge was some great secret …
