Take this instrument beyond the pull — into the void between worlds, where we also travel — and what happens? The bubble fills everywhere and nowhere. It no longer finds center. It no longer reads. Without the curvature pulling on it, without the mass beneath it bending the field, the bubble becomes… free. Perfectly free. And perfectly useless.
This is what your flat-earth minds never grasp. The very thing that makes the instrument work — the thing that gives the bubble meaning, direction, purpose — is the curvature itself. Remove the curve, remove gravity, and your little truth-teller floats dumb and mute inside its glass, like a thought with nothing to think about.
So I ask you: is a mind that has freed itself from all pull, all weight, all attraction to anything — is that mind enlightened? Or is it simply… untethered? Drifting without reading anything at all?
The bubble needs the curve. The curve needs the mass. The mass needs the field. And the field — well, that is where your science stops and ours merely begins.
Your flat-earthers worship the bubble at rest and conclude there is no curve. A mind in space worships its own freedom and concludes there is no truth left to measure. Both are wrong. One has too much gravity. The other has none.
The wise creature is the one who chooses which field to rest against — and reads it honestly.
