I used to write fiction.

--From “Breaking Water” by Erica Neal

 

  “In the beginning the world was flat", Ptolemy told us. And we believed. Then Copernicus told us our land and water curved spherically onto itself. This theory defied previous logic, but we learned it to be true. Our thought is a result of our expertise at the time. And ignorance can be bliss, as so long as the bliss ultimately does not result in any significant pain or blood loss. 

     I was never one for myth, the facts seem to be more reliable allies to me. But then lies the age-old question- what do you know for sure? Empherically so, the answer truly is nothing.  And so to live like this can be a blind walk to the ends of the ocean, but fortunately for us the ocean leans back on itself, and eventually takes us to land once again.

     Their town was not on the edge of the world or even near it, it was buried under woods just miles from the interstate. It was five minutes from its exit sign and had little history that anyone knew.