Here’s this world we have, not flat, not anymore, we know that, but can we agree what it actually is? Round, okay, it’s roundish, but beyond that? More and more it’s a place where people argue, where they don’t agree, where one man’s liberation is another man’s imperialism, where battle lines are drawn in the sand, across glaciers, through the hearts of broken cities, where a great dispute is in progress about the nature of reality, about what is the case; there are worlds in collision, incompatible realities fighting for the same space, and the result, often, is violence.
