The World is Round

I pored studiously over the map, my mind calculating, thinking, attempting to discover the secrets in which it held. My mind was cluttered. It pointed to something. All of it pointed to something. Shelves, rising high with books covered in notes. Drawings, connecting points in my head. Then maps, placed high on low, on walls and on tables, on shelves and counters. The apartment was crammed with millions of clues and hints. They laughed at me. These maps. They mocked me. They were the key. They pointed to an idea, a theory. I just could not discover the secret! But this map, this one that spread itself wide on the table before me, this one was the one. The one that led to my discovery. I just could not uncover the secret! Filled with rage, I swept a large stack of papers to the flow. They fluttered down, spread across the already filled floor. Cursing quietly, I bent to retrieve my mistake. But suddenly, something caught my eye. One sheet stood out. Picking it up, my mouth dropped open. Turning, I stared at the map. Colored pins scattered the perimeter while some stood upright in obsequious positions, marking their own territories carefully. Gaping, I stumbled then caught myself. I grabbed a marker and began to draw lines. Pin to pin, line to line a small smirk crept upon my face. The smirk turned into grin. The grin evolved into a huge smile that stretched eerily from ear to ear. I had found it! I had defeated my nemesis! I would now be able to conquer the world! To think of the possibilities! I had to spread the word. I had to plan and prepare. I must get this urgent message out to the world. I scooped up the map and sprinted out the door, shouting I have done it! I have made a perilous discovery! THE WORLD IS ROUND!!!!!