#Latitude and longitude of world

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What is Latitude and longitude | The universe scale

What is Latitude and longitude of world | The universe scale What is Latitude and longitude of world What is Latitude and longitude – The Universe Scale » This Distance Is Equal To 9.46 X 1015 M Or 9500 Billion Km. Light Year Is The Unit Of Distance. 1 Parsec = 3.26 Light Years The Globe Is A True And Small Image Of The Earth.  To Indicate A Place On The Globe, We Need Certain Points And…

[alexsandhenrys]

...i've kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i've memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i'm still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria.

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but i’ve kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i’ve memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i’m still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria.

waterloo letters | bad metaphors about maps

[myteavsricochet]

9/25/20 3:21 AM

To Henry

H,

I have had whiskey. Bear with me.

There’s this thing you do. This thing. It drives me crazy. I think about it all the time.

There’s a corner of your mouth, and a place that it goes. Pinched and worried like you’re afraid you’re forgetting something. I used to hate it. Used to think it was your little tic of disapproval.

But i’ve kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. I’ve memorized it. Topography on the map of you, a world i’m still charting. I know it. I added it to the key. Here: inches to miles. I an multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude.

Recite your coordinates like la rosaria.

This thing, your mouth, its place. It’s what you do when you’re trying not to give yourself away. Not in the way that you do all the time, those empty, greedy grabs for you. I mean the truth of you. The weird, perfect shape of your heart. The one on the outside of your chest.

On the map of you, my fingers can always find the green hills, wales. Cool waters and a shore of white chalk. The ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. Your spine’s a ridge i’d die climbing.

If i could spread it out on my desk, i'd find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and i’d smooth it away and you’d be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. I get the nomenclature now—saints’ names belong to miracles.

Give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there’s so much of you.

Fucking yrs,

A.

[neil-gaiman]

hi neil, it’s been a while since i’ve talked to you! just wanted to thank you for everything, you are my favorite author (and my moms, and her dads- i guess you are generational) and you’ve been such an inspiration and motivation to me every day. i know everyone says that, but it’s true. i’m in an academic team and we just recently started our regionals competition, and we were told to prepare and memorize a speech on pretty much anything, and surprise, i chose you! well, not you, but i chose to tell why i want to be an author, and you’ve had a pretty big hand in that. i’ll give you a shorter version at the end since it’s pretty long. again, thank you! truly.

When I was a kid, I had always wanted to be a writer. As I grew older, this dream of mine dissipated, seeming too unreliable to be a real career- until recently.

The ‘me’ of my childhood was scattered throughout the United States, leaving a piece of her youth at every new house we lived in. But one constant in my life, regardless of where I was living, was that I was always reading. Books were special to me, and kept me grounded when my life was going unpredictably. Each book was a world of its own, each story a lifeboat in a sea of uncertainty. Books were not just words on paper, they were my home, more than anywhere else. It is because of this that I strongly empathize with this quote from Neil Gaiman’s novel, The Ocean at the End of the Lane: “I’ve lived in books more than I’ve lived anywhere else.”

I am familiar with the quote in two ways. The first being in the way I grew up, living in many places but always finding home in my books. The second being one night, of uncertain longitudes and latitudes, I read my first Neil Gaiman novel- The Ocean at the End of the Lane. He soon became my favorite author.

Years later, my mom had gotten tickets for “An Evening With Neil Gaiman” at the Orpheum Theater. It continued to be rescheduled due to covid, but my mom and I held on to our tickets. That evening was all I could ever hope for. He gave us advice, which I’ve kept in my heart ever since. It was that very evening in which I decided I wanted to be on the other side of my passion for reading- I wanted to be the author. With an idol such as mine, how could I not?

I had kept writing in the back of my mind always, and on that night, it resurfaced. I gained my love for reading from my mother, and without it, Neil Gaiman would be a stranger to me, and I never would have rediscovered my passion for writing. Thank you.

as always, with love, ollie :)

You will do brilliantly. Keep going!

[ltwilliammowett]

Navigation chart

These are charts that are primarily designed and used for navigation. The chart contains most of the information a navigator needs, including latitude and longitude, topographical features, navigational aids such as lighthouses and indications of reefs and shallows, water depth and warnings. This information makes it possible both to chart a safe course and to check progress during the voyage.

Portolan chart by Jorge de Aguiar (1492), the oldest known signed and dated chart of Portuguese origin (Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Yale University, New Haven, USA)

The first nautical charts were produced at the end of the 13th century. The appearance of the magnetic compass 100 years earlier is regarded as the catalyst for the development of nautical charts. Prior to this, sailors had relied on the proximity of a known coastline, the position of celestial bodies or meteorological phenomena such as the monsoon winds in the Indian Ocean. The less predictable winds and weather conditions in the Mediterranean provided the impetus for the development of the first nautical charts. These were plane maps (without taking into account the curvature of the earth), which were regularly crossed by rhumb lines that corresponded to the probable wind direction.

Mercator 1569 world map composite of all 18 sheets, by Gerardus Mercator  (1512–1594)

The plane maps were unsuitable for navigation in the northern and southern latitudes and were replaced in the 17th century by maps in Mercator projection, which depicted the compass directions as straight lines. Projections other than the Mercator projection are also used, especially at very high latitudes.

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So I had to look up what a "threewords" is, but it turns out it's pretty cool!

Basically it's a substitute for latitude/longitude, where instead of using sequential numbers to identify a location this company has assigned every 3-meter square of the world it's own unique 3-word combination. If someone gives you the words for their location, you can look it up on the website, and find them

And yes, "from.vision.ruled" is in Highgate Cemetery.

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The largest city in each 10-by-10 degree area of latitude-longitude in the world.

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Husband! Spencer Reid x Wife! BAU Profiler! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, angst

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Spencer and a wedding ring never fit to you. The idea of marriage fit perfectly with him, but the idea of a band around his finger? No way. Instead, you both settled on cufflinks, both engraved with your initials and the latitude and longitude lines of where you both tied the knot. It wasn’t obvious though, not until a serial killer pointed it out.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - Cursing & foul language || mentions of sexual assault – not specific – please be wary || Y/F/I means your first initial idek || killer threatens Spencer through you || Spencer gets violent and angry || I think that’s it, let me know if you think any should be added!! ||

You didn’t have a problem with Spencer not wearing a ring, not one bit. He was always extremely open about how he rejected other women, always saying, ‘I’m married.’ to anyone who ever said anything to him. Besides, whoever paid enough attention could see how much he not only stared at you, but the way his hand would graze your waist when he went around you to write or pin something on the board.

At home or in public that was extremely far from the world of the BAU, he would wear a ring, the gold one engraved with the same thing – your initials, the lines of latitude and longitude, and as a bonus because it didn’t fit on the cufflinks, a line from your favorite poem engraved on the inner band.

On yours, besides the white gold band and your favorite gemstone encircled with diamonds, it had his favorite poem line engraved in the inner band as well. It was a later addition to your wedding ring, after your five year anniversary where he stole it and got it engraved for you.

This case though was different.

The killer was easily seen as misogynistic, especially in the way that he killed the women he did, specifically targeting married women and killing them after sexually assaulting them and leaving them in their bed before their husband woke up, or if he was gone.

This posed only one question – who was going to interview him?

There were different ways to go about this, you and JJ could go in as strong married women and tease him, or Matt and Spencer could go in as married men.

“JJ, Y/N – get ready to go in,” Emily says, inhaling as she stared at the man staring mindlessly at the two way glass. “We need to find out where Lucy is.”

“Got it,” you say, rubbing your wedding ring as you look over at JJ. “Ready?”

“Always,” she smiled, offering her hand for a fist bump before Spencer shook his head.

“I’ll go in.”

“What?” Emily paused, shaking her head. “No, you’re not-”

Spencer walked in before she could say anything else, quickly ordering Matt to follow him in as Spencer sat down in front of Ryan, the man they profiled to have been murdering these women after he killed his wife who cheated on him with his best friend, and best man at their wedding. Ryan’s eyes catch on Spencer who sat down in front of him, Matt standing and leaning against the two sided mirror.

“It was Agent Reid, correct-”

“Dr. Dr. Reid,” Spencer corrected, quickly fixing his cufflinks as Ryan’s eyes flashed to Matt and he smiled.

“My apologies. Dr. Reid. So, I see why they sent this… man in here, that shiny silver band on his finger, trying to intimidate me,” he moved to look at Reid. “But you… you don’t show obvious signs of being married.”

Spencer doesn’t break eye contact or move, that he could tell at least. “I’m not.”

Ryan smiles. “What’s her name?”

“Who’s name?”

“Your wife’s.”

“I don’t have a wife.”

“I don’t know if she’d like you rejecting the fact that you're married,” Ryan mocked him, copying his straightened form and interlacing his fingers. “Is she an agent?”

“How did it feel when your wife cheated on you with your best friend?” Reid’s question made Ryan’s face flash, Matt straightening slightly. “Must’ve hurt.”

“Not really.”

“Oh no? It didn’t hurt you enough to kill not only her but also your best friend and five other women who you thought resembled her? Women who were faithful to their husbands?” Reid leaned forward. “Unlike yours?”

Ryan swallowed. “None of them were faithful.”

“How so?” Matt finally spoke, Ryan smiling slightly.

“Does her name start with… Y/F/I?” Ryan tilted his head. “Was R the original first letter of her last name or did you change it?”

Reid tried not to react. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not married.”

“Is she an agent?”

“I’m not married.”

“Was she that H/C agent? She looks like my ex, I saw it the moment she came in busting down that door. It was kind of hot,” Ryan smirked, leaning forward. “Is she like that in bed, Dr. Reid? Or is she more submissive? You don’t look like the kind of guy that takes control, but damn would it be nice to see her beg-”

“The only thing that you’re going to hear begging is your own voice in prison when every man in there is passing you around like a toy,” Reid responded, tilting his head slightly. “Do you know where rapists stand on the totem pole, don’t you? And where you’re going… you’re going to be one of their bitches.”

Ryan’s smile falters as Reid smiles, tilting his head. “Where’s Lucy?”

“Who’s Lucy? I’m focused on that wifey of yours.”

“Could it be where you and your wife got married?” Reid asked, watching as Ryan’s eye twitched. That wasn’t hard.

Matt was already walking out as Spencer started to stand, Ryan leaning back in his chair. “Is your wife faithful, Dr. Reid?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Reid responded, glaring. He knew you were faithful, going on being married almost eight years, sticking it out when he was arrested and through worse things like his addiction. “Those who cheat aren’t built for a relationship.”

“If she cheated, wouldn’t you kill her?!” Ryan sat up, attempting to force his wrists out of the handcuffs. “They were all cheaters, all of them!”

“My wife would never cheat.” Reid finally let the facade crack, slamming his hands down onto the desk. “Just because a woman cheated on a stupid, narcissistic, misogynistic man like you!”

“I should’ve hunted her first,” Ryan snarled, glaring up at Reid as he laughed. “Shoulda gone for the pretty wife of Dr. Reid-”

Reid’s actions were quick, his hand flying forward to slam Ryan’s face into the metal table, repeatedly bashing him into the table before Alvez came running in, wrapping his arms around Reid’s waist and dragging him out of the room.

“Reid, Reid!” You rushed forward, quickly running forward to cup his face. “Spence, baby, calm down. Calm down.”

It was as though you snapped him out of a trance, his body going stiff as your hands softly held his face, thumbs softly rubbing along his skin as you looked back at Luke. “Thank you, Luke.”

Luke let him go as you quickly hold Spencer’s shoulder, pushing your hands down his arms to hold his hands and pull him to one of the private rooms, cupping his face as he immediately leaned into your chest. He inhaled sharply as he kissed your neck. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I am so so sorry. I hated… I hated thinking of you with him… him touching you, anyone touching you other than me.”

“No one will,” you whisper back, pulling away to cup his face once again and press a firm kiss to his lips. “I’m yours, Spencer Reid. Forever and always, no matter what. You see this ring? I’m yours.”

He inhaled, nodding as he leaned forward to kiss you softly, humming. “I think… I want a ring instead of cufflinks.”

His words make you giggle, shaking your head. “You sure? I can get you more cufflinks.”

He laughed slightly, nodding. “Okay. I like cufflinks.”

“Then cufflinks you shall have, my love. And I’ll add something to that ring you have at home, too.”

He smiled, nodding as he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “I’ll hold you to that, Mrs. Reid.”

You giggled, nodding as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “You better.”

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Highlights:

CYLINDRICAL (meridians are equally spaced vertical straight lines, parallels are horizontal straight lines)

Equirectangular (ca. 120 CE): my favorite! X-Y coordinates on the map correspond exactly to latitude and longitude on Earth's surface, simple and straightforward. Parallels and meridians are all evenly spaced perpendicular lines. Doesn't preserve perfectly shapes or relative sizes, but approximates both.

Cassini (1745): the equirectangular projection, if first Earth is rotated 90° so that the central meridian becomes the Equator

Mercator (1569): gets a bad rep because it inflates areas at high latitudes (so mostly northern continents, since the southern are close to the Equator). In fact, it cannot show the Poles because they'd be infinitely far away. However, it perfectly preserves shapes and it's useful for navigation because sailing with constant bearing always traces a straight line on this map. Some variant of it is used in most web maps.

Gall (1855): variant of Mercator's that can actually show the poles. Landmass shapes are no longer perfect.

Gall-Peters (1855): kinda the reverse of Mercator: they sacrifice landmass shapes to preserve perfectly their relative areas. Landmasses near the Poles are squashed rather than stretched infinitely. Lambert (1772) has a less extreme version.

PSEUDOCYLINDRICAL (the central meridian is a vertical straight line, but other meridians may be curves, though still equally spaced on any given parallel; parallels are still horizontal straight lines)

Ortelius (1540): preserves neither shapes nor areas, but compromises between both. All meridians except the central one are arcs of circles.

Mollweide (1855): preserves relative areas. Fits exactly in an ellipse, and all meridians except the central one are arcs of ellipses.

Collignon (1865): triangle. Preserves relative areas, somehow.

Goode Homolosine (1923): preserve relative areas and keep landmass shapes reasonably well, at the price of cutting huge gashes through the oceans.

Loximuthal (1935): constant bearing lines are straight lines on the map, like in Mercator. Preserves neither shapes nor areas. Weirdly asimmetrical hemispheres.

Robinson (1963): preserve neither shapes nor areas, but approximates both quite well. Kavraisky has evenly spaced parallels. The similar Equal Earth (2018) preserves relative areas.

CONIC (meridians are converging straight lines, parallels are arcs of circles)

Equidistant conic (ca. 150 CE): another of the old ones. Preserves only the distances along meridians, like the equirectangular.

PSEUDOCONIC (the central meridian is a straight line, the others may be curves)

Nicolosi globular (ca. 1000): splits the map in two circles, replicating the feeling of watching the world from space from two sides.

Werner (ca. 1500): heart-shaped, preserving relative areas, with the parallels being concentric circles around the North Pole.

AZIMUTHAL (meridians are straight lines meeting at the center, parallels are concentric full circles)

Gnomonic (ca. 580 BCE): probably the oldest map projection. Unfortunately it can only show at most part of one hemisphere, with the Equator being infinitely far away, much like the Poles in Mercator.

Stereographic (ca. 150 BCE): as before, but only the opposite pole is infinitely far away. The far hemisphere is still distorted, so it's still used in two parts, each centered on one pole.

Orthographic (ca. 150 BCE): basically just what the Earth would look like if observed from infinite distance: it shows exactly one hemisphere.

Azimuthal equidistant (ca. 1000): all parallels are full circles centered on the North Pole, and the South Pole is also a circle surrounding all. The map used on the flag of the United Nations. Most Flat Earthers think the Earth has this shape.

Two-point equidistant (1919): preserves distances on the straight line that passes thrrough two arbitrary points. A favorite of history atlases: it's usually used to portray Asia with as little distortion as possible despite its unfortunate proximity to both North Pole and Equator.

Hao projection or plane terrestrial globe (2002): popular in China, replicates as much as possible the curvature of a globe.

PSEUDOAZIMUTHAL (central meridian and equator are straight lines; other meridians curve toward the central meridian, other parallels curve away from the equator)

Wiechel (1879): the meridians form a pinwheel! Preserves relative areas, but which great distortion of the opposite hemisphere.

Aitoff (1889): looks like the Mollweide with diverging parallels. Mostly relevant because of:

Winkel Tripel (1921): arithmetic mean between Aitoff and equirectangular; the map used by National Geographic.

OTHER

Peirce quincuncial (1879): a perfect square that can be tiled regularly in all direction. I think Flat Earthers should start claiming that Earth look like this and that there are infinite copies in every direction.

Van der Grinten (1904): built ad hoc to map the Earth onto a circle, preserving exactly neither area nor shapes.

Craig's retroazimuthal or the Mecca Map (1909): looks crazy, but preserves the direction from any place on Earth to one specific point; in fact it was invented to help Muslims find easily the direction to the Mecca.

Cahill's Butterfly (1909): adorable, and can be folded into a perfect octahedron.

Dymaxion (1943): approximates shapes and areas, and preserves close connections between continents, at the price of a really weird shape.

[iwanttoswimintheswanepoel]

Candice Swanepoel CC

(bundled w 27 subliminals)

everytime u walk into a room your walk is as memorable as candice swanepoel’s victorias secret debut

your ass is more culturally relevant than the industrial revolution

any guy who wants a girl with a bbl’s life is immediately changed when they see your thin yet undeniably curvy frame

between your icy cold gaze, your mischievous smile, your pouty lips & high angular cheekbones there’s something… sweet??? about your face

when brunette you’re a bombshell but when you’re blonde you’re a barbie bombshell. best of both worlds.

in a line up next to candice swanepoel people would think candice is the look alike

even though some might say you look better than candice, like anna nicole smith you agree “never better than candice” there’s no need to compare two queens

if u asked your friends separately they would all agree they want your perfectly plump & perky bum if they could have any of your features

people would cry if they saw u in public thinking you’re candice like that ashley 5 below taylor swift girl

you don’t try hard to look like candice like paige neiman or sum you just do…

you look like candice in your desired year with no issues

your face alone could revive victoria’s secret past its peak

like candice you still stand out in a crowd amongst VS angels

you are anatomically a copy of candice swanepoel’s body and face

have young Candice Swanepoel’s eros bow, vermillion line, vermilion borders, lower and upper lip shape and size, lower and upper lip length and width, chin

angle, eyes, width of face, longitude, side profile,

facial features, eyebrows, eyebrow

length, distance between two eyebrows and eyes, eyebrow color, lower and upper eyelid, eye shape, eye latitude and longitude angles, eyelashes, iris size, nose root, forehead, nose

bone, nostrils, nasal cartilage, nose edge, nose

thickness, nose length, nasal columella, nose

bone, philtral back, oral commission, upper lip

vermillion, lower lip vermillion, nose root, jaw

structure, upper and lower jaw alignment and

proportion, tooth shape, mouth size and mimics,

eyebrow shape, eyebrow density, eyebrow color, eye shape, eye size, eye color, eyelash color, eyelash volume, eyelash size, nose shape, nose

(anatomy credit: @breakktheice on yt)

i’ve always looked like candice swanepoel in everyone’s memory

my face and body are indistinguishable from candice swanepoel’s

people often remind you how much you look like candice

sometimes its hard to tell if a picture is of candice or of you

if you were ever to meet candice she’d tell you its like looking in a mirror

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bad metaphors about maps

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A <agcd@eclare45.com> - 9/25/20 3:21 AM

to Henry

h,

i have had whiskey. bear with me.

there's this thing you do. this thing. it drives me crazy. i think about it all the time.

there's a corner of your mouth, and a place that it goes. pinched and worried like you're afraid you're forgetting something. i used to hate it. used to think it was your little tic of disapproval.

but i've kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i've memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i'm still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria.

this thing, your mouth, its place. it's what you do when you're trying not to give yourself away. not in the way that you do all the time, those empty, greedy grabs for you. i mean the truth of you. the weird, perfect shape of your heart. the one on the outside of your chest.

on the map of you, my fingers can always find the green hills, wales. cool waters and a shore of white chalk. the ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing.

if i could spread it out on my desk, i'd find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and i'd smooth it away and you'd be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. i get the nomenclature now - saints' names belong to miracles.

give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there's so much of you.

fucking yrs,

a

p.s. wilfred owen to siegfried sassoon - 1917:

And you have fixed my Life - however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.

[amarimeta]

actually so crazy when you think about it like. random scientists came to her saying “hey we think your entire family was raptured because of the location they were in” and she’s like “i was in the kitchen with them” and the scientists are like “well you were at the sink! they were at the table!” oh ok. we’re getting departed based off our longitude and latitude now. okay.

so where is she meant to feel safe in the world. because it’s not like “departure hot spots” were identified BEFORE. the idea that these hot spots exists only comes afterwards. so where are you meant to feel safe. well maybe if it happens again the same “hot spots” will be relevant. so you have to go somewhere without any “hot spots”. a place where the location guarantees your safety.

except you get there and the next night three girls disappear. and you keep telling everyone it wasn’t a second departure (because the idea that the sudden departure could happen again terrifies you. but the idea that it could happen again at any moment is also motivating every choice you make.) and no one’s listening. and then scientists start talking about a new theory. what if the departure wasn’t location based. what if certain people acted as lenses magnifying the likeness of someone departing?

what if your entire family got taken from you so you ran away hoping to feel safe and now people are hypothesizing that the common variable causing these departures is you :) you’re the danger!! :)

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Bear Grylls takes prolific superstar and venerated actor Benedict Cumberbatch on an adventure across the Isle of Skye

Bear surprised Benedict with a mission extraction aboard a British Royal Navy nuclear submarine that surfaced off Scotland's Isle of Skye. "It was positively James Bond-like." The team was given specific timing along with latitude and longitude points off the icy Scottish waters. Bear had to show up bang on time or miss the ride, all while keeping the meeting a secret from him. Benedict's grandfather was a World War II submariner and it was emotional for him to catch a glimpse of the life he led. "Benedict had no idea. He thought we were going to the mainland, but suddenly the Royal Marines showed up."

watch the clip here

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In late December, the sun never fully sets when you view it from Antarctica—a 24-hour sun. This only makes sense on the globe earth model, and is precluded by all flat earth models. All flat earth maps depict Antarctica as a massive ring around the rest of the world (pictured below). All the high-profile modern flat earthers, until recently, have had a consensus that the sun surely DOES set in Antarctica—and that every single one of the existing 24-hour Antarctic sun videos are fake.

However, in recent months, a globe earth model advocate (i.e. normal person) has announced and confirmed a plan to fund an expedition for some flat earthers to visit Antarctica and record their observations under rigorous and mutually agreed-on conditions. This is Will Duffy’s project of “The Final Experiment.”

Since then, many flat earthers have begun hedging. Now some flat earthers acknowledge it may be possible that the sun sometimes *doesn’t* set in Antarctica—and insist that this possibility *is* (somehow) consistent with the flat earth model after all.

For instance, Eric Dubay always consistently said the sun DOES set in Antarctica—but recently he started saying that it doesn’t matter whether the sun sets in Antarctica or not. Now he says that what you see in the sky obviously has nothing to do with the shape of the earth.

As far as I can tell, no flat earther has explained *how* a 24-hour Antarctic sun is possible on a flat earth model. Flat earthers believe the sun travels in a circle above the earth, and that the sun sets when it is sufficiently far away (contrary to the laws of optics). *Where* exactly does the sun travel, in order to sometimes be visible from Antarctica but simultaneously invisible from most other areas?

I’m not aware of any flat earthers positing a model where Antarctica isn't a ring around the known world, as is required for a flat earth map that maintains the standard latitude and longitude. Any other model would probably require saying the parallels and meridians are all wrong, which would make it extremely hard to explain how basic navigation works. Even flat earthers have seemingly been reluctant to say everything we know about navigation is wrong, or that every captain and pilot ever has been in on the conspiracy.

Some other flat earthers are saying that the one or two flat earthers who travel to Antarctica may be shills, so it won’t matter even if they say the sun didn’t set. And some are saying there could be a “sun simulator” to project a fake sun into the sky to fool people into thinking the sun didn’t set.

One of the few flat earthers who seems intellectually honest is a guy called Jeranism, who has accepted the offer to travel to Antarctica. He has clearly stated that all the flat earth models render a 24-hour sun impossible, so if there’s a 24-hour sun in Antarctica at any time, that shows the earth isn't flat. He’s been consistent on this and has called out other flat earthers for being cowards. Of course, other flat earthers are now accusing him of being a shill.

I also note that until recently, many flat earthers have habitually claimed that nobody is ever allowed to travel to Antarctica—in total ignorance of the fact that there is Antarctica tourism, and thousands of people travel there every year. Flat earthers have long said they wish they could travel to Antarctica to prove the flat earth. Now that they have a chance, they say accepting the offer means you’re a shill. (Arguably, Antarctica tourism *should* be banned for environmental reasons. But the fact remains that it isn’t banned, but is merely expensive.)

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I must have misunderstood when Victor was explaining the bottle tree to Tabitha. I thought it was the only tree that always led to the lighthouse, and that the other faraway trees didn’t work the same way. That it's like playing Russian roulette when using them, but the bottle tree stayed locked onto the lighthouse. Looks like I thought wrong. Unless, at some point, it was a fixed tree, and maybe tampering with the bottles changed that? Or perhaps there’s something specific you need to do before entering to ensure you reach the lighthouse?

If those numbers aren’t dates, the next logical guess would be coordinates. But they don’t sound like typical ones.

Example: The latitude and longitude of New York City are roughly 40°N, 74°W.

Coordinates seem a more likely option. They might not have access to GPS, but it’s possible to calculate them the old-fashioned way. Then again, this place doesn’t follow normal rules, so who’s to say it would even work the same way as it does in the real world if they tried?

Maybe someone came up with their own version of coordinates. If not that, what if they’re not marking locations within Fromville, but instead the people who ended up trapped there? Boyd was already collecting license plates and marking everyone's disappearances on the map. Maybe someone before him had a similar idea but wanted to be more precise. They might’ve been searching for a pattern or connection among everyone. Too bad Boyd's map didn’t form a pentacle or a Bermuda Triangle! Not that it would’ve helped much, but it was an amusing thought that crossed my mind.

I don't know, but there has to be a reason those bottles are hanging there with numbers inside them

If they’re not dates or coordinates, maybe they’re part of a code or cipher that needs to be cracked to reveal a hidden message. It could even be something tied to a journal or a favorite book, with the numbers corresponding to a page, paragraph, or sentence—or even letters of the alphabet. They’ll probably need to track down the belongings of whoever created the bottle tree. There’s bound to be a clue hidden somewhere in them.

Hmm, there's also coordinates for time, sometimes referred to as temporal coordinates, which are used to pinpoint specific moments or durations in time rather than locations in space.

The numbers could represent hours, minutes, and seconds, similar to how geographic coordinates are broken down. Such as, in a time-based puzzle or event...

Example: 14:35:12 might indicate 2:35:12 PM (hours:minutes).

I don't know how this would apply in Fromville, but it's either some type of coordinates or secret messages.

On the other hand, can you imagine if the numbers in the bottles don’t actually mean anything? What if they were just something someone made up to keep themselves sane? Keep in mind, this was before Boyd's family arrived and uncovered the talismans. The fear, stress, and anxiety must have been overwhelming! To cope with all that intensity, it wouldn't be surprising if that was the case.