Continent: (n) one of the main landmasses of the globe, usually reckoned as seven in number
It is 25,000 miles around the Earth.
I suppose if you are accustomed to driving four blocks to the grocery store that number seems outrageously large. But when you’re thinking about a home space for nearly eight billion people, that 25,000-mile number suddenly appears limited, if not confining.
Living space within that circumference is seven continents, if you’re willing to let Antarctica slip-slide its way in. Since even polar bears and
penguins are reluctant to occupy that particular Southern apartment, we’re down to six living areas.
It’s not that much.
It becomes almost comical, and then, if pursued too far, dangerous to eyeball one another as foreigners when we are such closely knit next-door-neighbors.
For instance, Africa can be considered a continent, a home for black people, or one of the six pieces of turf available. Perhaps this is why we’ve become so turfy.
There’s Europe and Asia, which have little evidence of a boundary, but continue as one whopping, huge space, peppered with cultures, when really, we’re all intended to just be the salt of the Earth.
South America is also filled with Americans, even though North America, and especially the United States, insists on claiming the title.
Australia, a country, boasts being a continent, and because they are so willing to share their “shrimp on the barbie,” we see no reason to argue with the congenial folk.
We are all within 25,000 miles of one another—when it’s 238,900 miles to the moon and ninety million to the sun.
And that is all within our solar system—when we exist in a universe that scoffs at being considered a mere billion galaxies.
Since the water is winning the war for Earth, as land becomes a little less every year, maybe it’s time for us to work on “neighborly” instead of weapons.
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