A philoscientific model of our universe, by Simon Edward Jepps.
There have been more continents written about in antiquity than there have been prophets who ruled the world.
The true shape of the Earth art depicted in the contours, lines and colours, of an aged wise man’s face, who’s goodness and virtues proclaim upon his forehead, the infinity of God’s majestic and miraculous work.
For the Earth is flat and the sky seer of its trueness.
Once upon a time people embraced each other as uniquely individual and creatively diverse societies. We understood one another as persons of the eternal Earth, rich in a kind hearted spirituality and devotion to our deeply routed and interconnected families. We did not need anything more, for life itself was our most precious desire.
For thence the Earth was ever growing and neverending, forever the harmony and shaping of our lives, each eternal, each everlasting and each of our souls the fire of an infinite continuum unto God.
We did not live our lives in ever decreasing circles of doom and gloom, going nowhere but deeper and deeper into our imprisoned worthless minds, unto a meaningless fate of who’s only purpose is to serve the scientists who bring us bad news.
Nay and herewith, woe betide those sinners of today, who would dictate our lives as insignificant pale blue dots on a worthless canvas of forever falling darkness and eternal unholy doom.
For we are free to believe we are free and we are free to believe our world is peace.