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, marveling 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 at the creatures in
the water.  The people would declare it as sacred because it was the
only one, and they would protect it so that it would not be hurt.  The
ball would be the greatest wonder known, and people would come
to pray to 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,
would be nothing without it.  If the
Earth were only a few feet
  in diameter.