And sundry and no other Sunday malaise filled occupation when all else fails. We orate blithely about that which we have no control. We make up theories and theorems to explain our attachment or the etiology of it all.
Posit that the world is flat. Our complete prognostication techniques would be as useful as a specimen of defecation on a comestible. You wouldn’t touch it. Primary prognosticators parry particular performance submissions from “AROUND” the world. Massage them with historic and physical properties known, then suggest what “MIGHT” happen hence.
Bingo, bongo, bango, the world is flat prior to Columbus and his cadre gadding about with no direction. The prevailing always coming from the west; what some big ass fan over there and some goof turning it on and off at the switch whenever he wants? What would the early harbinger hang his hat on? Accuracy?
“The wind cometh eastward matey, all day till night falls.” And so it doesn’t, now what? You are seaward and heading in some unknown direction till you run into a chunk of terra firma again. Thata’ guy whoda’ told ya to go sailing is somewhere else, and before you get back to him he may be dead or you may be.
With what weather witch would you wear your explanatory notes of freezing rain? Super-cooled water only freezing on contact. That is the modern day explanation. Did they even have the word “super”? What about “duper” How did they sing that song then? Possibly in the mainstream development of man, weather was moderated by the generally tropical and equatorial surrounds of modernizing man. No freezing rain there I suspect.
The ease of which you can see weather develop form a height leads one to believe mountain residents figured it out first. With the onset of valley cloud, moist air, convection currents, and downdrafts, you have a lot of information to start your theory on that a flatlander would never experience.
None the less, once the weather went past you, and past the Near East, and past the Middle East, then beyond the Far East, Where did the Polo of Marcus think that the wind went? How come the ocean would no just drain off the edge? Did people in Japan commit Hari-kari on the far edge of the earth? I can see the romantic side ot the Flat Earth Society. Simplicity in singularity of sameness. Sameses. Coined. It’s taken sorry. But we of the in Lyn know of this.
Let it roll Raoul, I like it on the side.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai.
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