The world is a big place. Much larger than you think. In days gone by, while calculating the cosmos, one had to factor in the possibility that given the chance to go too far people might slip effortlessly off of the world and into the blackness of space. Painted in such an ancient light, the accomplishments of those aboard Apollo Eleven seem fraught with overcomplication. Why bother when one could simply drift there in the belly of some armada?

Columbus knew the world to be a sphere. In all fairness, if I recall correctly, it was merely a belief on loan. Nonetheless, his refusal to see the world flat led him to the wonders of a small island off of the Americas. Merely a stepping stone to a greater continent that sat waiting to be raped by Christianity, I’ve had this funny feeling of late that the inhabitants of those unlucky Caribbean isles wished the ancient notions of pushing one’s luck held true. Go too far and drift to the moon. On the day that the world was discovered to be fraudulent, those peoples native to the Americas were the only ones made to suffer the arrogance of Genovese wanderlust . And now, despite the civilization delivered them, they can’t play major-league baseball without sneaking out of their country illegally.