‘Look’, my friend exclaimed, ‘if you ever doubted it, now you can see for yourself, the earth is flat, there is the edge over there, a straight line. If the earth was round it wouldn’t be a flat line’.

I was silent, too many answers spinning in my head, trying to pick the one, the definitive one, the one that would give clarity without offence.

‘You see, you know its true, you do’, my friend interrupted the silence, creating acquiescence from the void.

‘And look’, he added, as the dusk illuminated a pale full moon, “the moon is flat too, a flat disc hanging in the sky’.

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