Dinner last evening. Candlelight. Wine. M's homemade carrot soup and homemade bread. On the stereo, Diana Krall singing Irving Berlin's "How deep is the ocean, how high is the sky?"
Well, not exactly. In yesterday's post I urged the cosmic view. On the scale of the planet, the ocean depths and mountain tops aren't so great. Take an ordinary household globe, sculpt its surface in exact proportion to the topography of the real Earth, then run your hand over it. You won't feel a thing. Wrap the globe in a sheet of Saran wrap and you've got a pretty good representation of the atmosphere.
On the cosmic scale the Earth is as round and smooth as a billiard ball.
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky? I'll have another glass of wine.