So the evening and the morning were the second day.Īn important note that the Torah from the Hebrew Bible was written in 1300BCE. So the evening and the morning were the first day.Ħ – Again God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.ħ – Then God made the firmament, and separated the waters, which were under the firmament, from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.Ĩ – And God called the firmament, Heaven. You are most familiar with the King James Version, which reads:ĥ- And God called the Light, Day, and the darkness he called Night. There are some secrets that have been lost through the ages, but the sky has been open to everyone’s scrutiny for millennia. As far back as four-thousand years ago the Egyptians are building monolithic structures in near-perfect alignment with the stars. As far back as three-thousand years ago, the Mayans show an advanced knowledge of the basics of astronomy. Now, this entire idea is actually a fairly new idea. Hiding a glass firmament for that long would require astronomical levels of cooperation between self-centered, selfish, self-preserving governments that can’t event seem to agree on the most basic things. I mean… Wow! That’s a really well kept secret.īy now the sarcasm should be coming through. government, but every government and individual scientist in the past one thousand years. In fact, anything that has ever been said to go beyond the firmament, is a fiction conjured up by not only the U.S. Weather balloons have never gone that high–EVER. Rockets after all are a complete fiction. If we are inside of it, and we have planes, and weather balloons, and satellites, and rockets, is it not just a matter of going high enough before we find out once and for all whether or not there is a dome of any kind of solid for us to interact with? Well, of course, it can’t be that easy. Well– That and the fact that in general Flat Earth has hundreds of different angles on what constitutes proof. These are theories that go hand in hand, but not always, so because of that I will cover Flat Earth theories separately. There are many people who believe in a Flat Earth and therefore a Glass Firmament. And this deer, oh world, was your dear.After hundreds of hours of reading articles and watching videos of proof on YouTube, I am ready to present my conclusions, but as I am bit long-winded, this will be a multi-part series. Oh, world, you were the forest to this deer. Here is where you fell, and here your hunters still stand, stained and reddened by your blood. Forgive me, Julius! Here is where you were brought down, like a brave deer surrounded by hunting dogs. If your spirit is looking down upon us now, would it grieve you more than even your death to see your Antony making peace, and shaking the bloody hands of your enemies-most noble enemies!-in the presence of your corpse? If I had as many eyes as you have wounds, and they wept tears as fast as your wounds stream blood, even that would be more becoming than joining your enemies in friendship. All of you gentlemen, alas, what can I say? Now that we’ve shaken hands, my credibility stands on such slippery ground that you must think me either a coward or a flatterer. Though I shake your hand last, I do not love you the least, good Trebonius. First, Marcus Brutus, I will shake your hand. How like a deer, strucken by many princes, Dost thou here lie! O world, thou wast the forest to this hart, And this indeed, O world, the heart of thee. Pardon me, Julius! Here wast thou bayed, brave hart Here didst thou fall and here thy hunters stand, Signed in thy spoil, and crimsoned in thy lethe. If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it not grieve thee dearer than thy death To see thy Antony making his peace, Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes- Most noble!-in the presence of thy corse? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds, Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood, It would become me better than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies. Gentlemen all, alas, what shall I say? My credit now stands on such slippery ground That one of two bad ways you must conceit me, Either a coward or a flatterer -That I did love thee, Caesar, O, ’tis true. Though last, not last in love, yours, good Trebonius. Next, Caius Cassius, do I take your hand. First, Marcus Brutus, will I shake with you.
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