The flat planet

There are things that science considers absolute truths. I remember, for example, that joke that said, "There's nothing faster than the speed of light, so better calm down, brother." These are already overcome topics: we have evolved, like all species, from some primary cell; gravity keeps us stuck on this planet, global warming is real, and the Earth is round.

But maybe the Earth is flat and infinite in time, maybe everything is nothing more than a series of temporal layers that our concave and convex lenses (including eyes) confuse with balls.

Of course, you say something like that, and a thousand jokes and insults rain down on you. In this era, the pursuit of truth is taken seriously. Plato wrote a whole book, with everything that needs to be said, about love and ended it with a joke. A delicate subject like the meaning of love was a simple joke for the greatest thinker.

That's why I laugh when they tell me that this planet is flat or a ball or whatever. In what form are we? is my response. "You look like a pear," my friend Daniela told me yesterday, and now, looking in the mirror, I think she's right.