I believe the earth is round, like a plate…
Neither the earth of the sun are moving, they are perfectly stationary in relationship to each other. The plate is flipping end over end, creating an illuson of the sun encircling the earth, which we all know is nonsense!
The earth is very old, which may account for all the cracks in the plate, especially in California…
Anyway, when we are born, we are plopped down right at the center of this plate. Thus it is said that the world revolves around us when we are young, in fact it seems like when we are young we keep turning the world on it’s head, this gives our elders vertigo and they can’t help slipping a little further off-center.
When your parents said to you “you’re driving me over the edge, Dexter!” they weren’t kidding, they knew how perilous life had become for them. And how hard it is to hang on.
Some people are a little eccentric from the beginning, this kind will gravitate to the internet. They used to sit together in front of the general store in rocking chairs spinning yarns and watching the world go by. Now they sit at the keyboard in cheap, uncomfortable office chairs and kitchen chairs and pretend that the world still revolves around them. We say they are ‘off their rockers’.
Sometimes things don’t go so well…we lose a job, we spend too much…we lose things precious to us: friends, keys, the remote. If we lose the job and the friends it’s called ‘falling through the cracks’. Again, there can be more cracks in California.
As we get older we realize that the world no longer revolves around us but usually too late, we move slower and slower but the world keeps slipping by faster and faster. Pretty soon we are on the rim, hanging on to everything we can get ahold of and watching the antique road show.
Eventually, we reach the edge, thinking back to how it was for us when we thought we were the center of the universe. How carefree! How rash and recklass! How happy.
If we don’t eat right or exercise we reach the edge quicker. If we fast and pray it seems to take longer.
Pretty soon our bodies betray us, the things we have collected can’t save us, the moth eats…the rust corrodes, and the world flips us off (that’s the origin of the term).
It’s a good thing God loves us.