The world wobbles on its axis, but we don’t feel it.
The world spins–once slower–now faster, each year. But we do not feel the spinning.
To the calendar they add leap years to maintain the façade of a reality we are somehow in control of.
Time and space whirls around us in a dizzying light show. But to us it is just day and night, day and night, day and night.
Day and night we ponder as the world spins.
Tectonic plates and magnetic poles and ocean tides. The moon shines down. Old friend; old, dusty rock.
The world wobbles on its axis, but we don’t feel it.
Or maybe we do.
Michael Scott Hand 