A Short Story For All The Flat Earth Supporters
In 1984, I went on a trans-Atlantic cruise from NY to London. I'd already read stories claiming that sailors knew about the earth being round long before Columbus crossed the Atlantic in the opposite direction. Having grown up on the streets of Brooklyn I'd acquired what's called 'street-smarts'. I would cut from school for weeks at a time and spend long hours at the public library. Yes, I was also a nerd.
Fascinated by the planets and stars, I had a telescope for years and liked watching stuff in the sky. I took that telescope with me on that cruise because it was clear to me that I could apply my street-smarts to my nerdish behaviour and prove once and for all who was right. Was it my history teachers who taught us the Columbus narrative, or was it the books that were not taught in public school but could be easily found in the public library.
Here's what I discovered.
As the ship sailed away from NYC, I could see the shore line and all the buildings jutting up into the skyline. As we got further away, the shoreline began to disappear along with some of the shorter buildings. As we got further away, some taller buildings began to disappear along with the many bridges that cross from Brooklyn to Manhattan. There came a pont where all I could see was the top floors of the twin towers and the antenas on their roofs.
If the earth was flat, I should have been able to see the shoreline fade into the distance together with the buildings, AT THE SAME TIME'. If the earth was flat, the entire view of the city in the horizon should have gotten smaller and smaller as we got further away. What I saw was not that. What I saw was the water-line rising up to engulf the city. What I saw was the city sinking into the ocean.
The only explanation for what I witnessed is that the earth is round. That's why I could clearly see the tops of the twin towers but couldn't see the middle and lower floors of those same buildings. This could only be true if the earth is round and the city gets obscured from the ground up as it disappears behind the earth's curvature.
I no longer need to accept the stories of other people on either side of this false debate. I know what I saw. I know what I experienced.
Corroborating Evidence
As I stood on the observation deck at the stern of the ship conducting my experiment, there was a young lady watching me and observing my behaviour. She smiled, I smiled and she came over to ask what I was looking at. I explained to her what I've explained here and she became fascinated by the implications of what I was doing and we both watched the final 'sinking of New York'. Needless to say, I found good company for my five day trip across the lonely sea. ;)
For all the fucktards that will claim that what I saw was only a mirrage, This:
[1] A person needs to be dehydrated and weak to see a mirage. I was neither of those things.
[2] Two people never see the same mirage at the same time. We both saw the same phenomenon.
The Moral of the Story.
The primary value of the scientific method is that humanity, you and I, don't need to be beholden to some 'expert authority' in order to discover the truth.
The Moral of the Story.
There's plenty of women who like nerds.
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