The world is flat

I wrote this a few years back.

The world is flat. It has never been round. And to my knowledge, it will never be round. We are merely a ledge dangling in a universe that offers neither warmth nor net to catch us when we fall. I know that we revolve around the sun. I know that there are eight planets in our solar system. I am open to many grand ideas. I am open to science changing the way I think, but I know for a fact, the world in which I have always resided has ever been flat. Flat, like a thin slice of buttered bread lying cold on a plate. All of our land resides right side up. Nothing is beneath us. We hover and twist. Our clump of dirt rotates itself vertically around and around that blazing chasm called the sun. Night turns to day. Day into darkness. Darkness into revolution. Columbus was wrong. The world is flat.