MOUS, 20XX You have reached it. You are finally there. This is Heaven. (Jumping forward about twenty centuries, you might view what really happened on that ship in a plethora of ways, but what each interpretation really amounts to is the somewhat grey line between faith and truth; belief and reality. Even if it’s physically impossible, can a belief in an edge of the Earth create a concrete cliff that can be sailed off of, or more relevant to today, to what extent can a refusal to believe in climate change or evolution blind you to the scientific truths refuting your misconceptions? How do we define truth, and is anyone able to become completely detached from the human need to explain the unknown? Is it possible to be utterly and indisputably correct?)
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