The drive home was cold. The windows fogged up and we each shrivelled up a little, our bodies reacting to the chill in the air. It was rather dark so we had minimal scenery to look at other than gigantic lit up billboards attempting to get their messages across to tired drivers who just want to get home.
Right ahead of us, floating in the sky was the moon, lit in a bright yellow light, sliced in half by surrounding clouds. Though it was not all there, it was nonetheless mesmerising. We all stared at it in awe and stopped all conversation so as to allow us taking in all of its beauty. While my family all thought about how beautiful it looked, I thought about something else that I could not help but wonder: what if the moon fell on us?
I asked it to my sister. She thought it to be funny and burst into hysterics, failing to take into account the seriousness located in my voice and on my face. I meant what I asked. Was I the only one imaging it? Perhaps so. Perhaps I am the only one tonight fearing the falling of the moon and the excruciating crushing that would ensue.
But what if it did? What is stopping it? This world is so amazing. In fact, our entire existence is bad I recently have been enquiring into everything to do with this planet, the surrounding bodies and everything in existence. What if whatever it is that is holding everything in place stopped working one day? What if gravity stopped working and we fell off the earth? What if we had to run or drive or fly in the direction that the earth turns so as to stay on top and not fall off? Will its entire population fit?
Our world is so big. There are things we have not yet discovered and it all honestly is making me consider leaving everything to become a crazed scientist. What better way to exist though, than to know the answers to these things and more?
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