As did, I wonder, the ancient Babylonians, Sumerians, Assyrians, Jews, Greeks, Romans, inhabitants of medieval Europe, Arabs, and so on and so forth to believe that the earth was flat? That is, it is obvious that the earth is spherical, just look at the sky, there is no need for complicated mathematical calculations, or more complex logical reasoning of the syllogism: I see the ball land, I'm not blind, the earth is spherical. The earth is spherical, I noticed the other night, when in the throes of one of my romantic delusion I am placed in front to reflect the sky (actually the phone if it does not take me off the balcony, but that's Well): My gaze rises from the horizon to the sky following a parabola, and since during this process always seems to look at the farthest point possible, the sky is a sphere that covers us. But I have only discovered this the other day when I realized that the fact that the earth is spherical means that we are inside a ball that comes out if you shake the snow, I discovered that the world is fake, fintissimo . Like a ball that comes out if you shake the snow, a game for a kid that the universe has not yet tired of some souvenir démodé. You fake like the theater of our lives: life is a play, and the sky is so hard, with those stars that appear to a spider web very nice backdrop, that the thing might make sense. We are ants, small, and in a world so big and scary, that play for not realizing their small size, poverty, and we are hypocritical ants, who believe that they escape death creandosi a bastion of immortality, be it a house or work art. The less courageous
ants, who can not accept the fact that finite, mortal, believe intelligent believe puppet (puppet is perhaps best ant, you save at least awareness) in the hands of an entity that the carousel with his will , a puppeteer who plays with the inhabitants of the ball that comes out if you shake the snow. The brave little ants are a lot more than 90% of the population, live in their dens that are built to fortress, and once a week they visit the house they have built their courageous spirit of little ants. The ants brave, or at least those honest with themselves and with others, they are supermen who wander aimlessly down, telling everyone they meet on the street that in reality the world is fake, that every man is an actor with others and with himself, some shouting "Γνῶθι σεαυτόν," others write "One, no one hundred thousand, all are taken for fools, or almost, killed, imprisoned, or worse, ignored and mocked by another type of ants: so those who take courageous play of fiction in the world, making himself dictator, puppeteer or better, the ball comes out that if you shake the snow, the tide will move as if they were omnipotent. But even those are dying, and taking around the world and the less courageous sisters do nothing but make fun of themselves. One could therefore say that these are the ants less courageous of all, able to raise the other only by leveraging its enormous fear. The more you fear the most is strong, then just think of the speed with which you run when being chased or said claims that the most dangerous animal is wounded, but, at the same time, more and more we are afraid it is weak, because whoever is not able to face their own life is the most miserable among men.
Maybe I understand why the ancient, wise people, they argued that the earth was flat: to live free in the freedom that only the most innocent ignorance can guarantee, that means that could be called a life to men.
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