If the earth
were only a few feet in diameter
floating a few feet above a field somewhere,
people would come from everywhere to marvel at it.
People would walk around it,
marvelling at its big pools of water,
its little pools, and the water flowing between the pools.
People would marvel at the bumps on it,
and the holes in it,
and they would marvel at the very thin layer of gas surrounding it
and the water suspended in the gas.
The people would marvel at all the creatures walking around the surface of the ball,
and the creatures in the water.
The people would declare it precious because it was the only one,
and they would protect it so that it would not be hurt.
The ball would be the greatest known,
and people would come to behold it,
to be healed,
to gain knowledge,
to know beauty and to wonder how it could be.
People would love it,
and defend it with their lives,
because they would somehow know that their lives,
their own roundness,
could be nothing without it.
IF THE EARTH WERE ONLY A FEW FEET IN DIAMETER.
