Was, really, like a wrong shoe on one’s foot. That’s all.
Opinions are agreed ’mongst philosophic folk:
“The sky’s an eggshell; in it lies this globe, as yolk.”
A questioner once asked: “How rests this little ball
Within the circumambient spheres, without a fall?240
’Tis like a lamp hung up to vault of high-pitched dome;
It never sinks below, nor soars above its home.”
To him one wise man answered: “By attraction’s force,
On all sides equal poised, it’s kept from all divorce.
Just as an iron ball would centrally be hung,