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  • Hundreds of thousands of years ago--a long time, as you learn in kindergarten--in an accomplished continent conveniently called Europe, and a ways beyond, a debate concerning the truth about our cosmos was taking place. This battle--one of truth and myth--seeped across the centuries. Many brave men were hanged, brave men who stepped forward and were hushed by society for stating the unknown, the impossible, for which we today automatically know to be pure fact. Why is it we humans cannot accept what we do not know, that we dismiss the truth if it is not to our liking? Turn our backs if it nudges us out of our comfort zones? Reject it if it does not fit into the mold of our teachings? We are strange that way. We are strange in a lot of ways. But to stifle the instinct to adapt just because we like to stick to our usual, simple, logical routine? That's just crossing the line! Only now is Copernicus honored in the field of astronomy and beyond; but then, in the thick of battle, his discoveries were bosh. We are supposed to be the all-supreme, the center of everything, the pulse of the universe, the smack-dab, perfect little planet with the cosmos forever rotating around us like worshiping Nuns playing ring-around-the-rosy, aren't we? Well then, there you have it, folks: The Amazing Human Ego!
  • If the Ranger were to make a map of his state, where do you think he'd locate his own Home Town? Cowering in the corner of the paper? I think not! Now, if the map-makers of the 15th Century were to try and pin on paper the whereabouts of our galaxy, where do you think they'd put our little earth? Exactly! We are the source of life in the cold darkness of space; the point were everything comes together, and everything spirals out; the planet around which the starry gods dance across the night sky, and even where the sun bows down it's head every evening and and raises it at dawn. Why should we not think we're the center of everything?
    Because there was, there is, evidence. And only the bravest dared go out and find it. Meanwhile, the earth was divided in its people; the ones who were loyally Geocentric, and the others, the ones who reached for a Heliocentric Universe. There were also the Flat people, and the Round people, which also resulted in Multi-Century long war.
  • There was Galileo. And good old Copernicus. And his loyal assistant Kepler. And there was Ptolemy. And many others I cannot name. All good men who reached for the truth, who each tried to add their own comment on the way things worked, but who were brought down like so happens when a parent finds their child about to jump from the roof. Society would not air the flames. Let the Unknown stay the Unknown, let us stick to books and hangings and perfect circles, they said. And so those daring astronomers, their discoveries became an insignificant thing of the past. Ignorance won. It always does. And only four thousand years later, and only then, did we consider their logic, did we find true what those men discovered. We put together the evidence they had already found, and suddenly, like magic, we accepted that we were not the center of everything. We were not the all-supreme. We were just a remarkable little planet forever laying ring-around-the-rosy with The Sun.
    And from the skies, Galileo, Copernicus, and all the rest smiled down, and finally they could say it.

    I told you so.
  • It's amazing what you can learn in Science Class!
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