The Sky is Falling

You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice: he is convinced. He believes.

Why is this an issue? Why do you care? This doesn't affect you or anybody else.

No, this is crucial. It may seem small but this will change everything. We will all be affected.

Just go with it. It's not a matter of right or wrong, it's just the way it's going to be.

No! This is a matter of right and wrong; this is clearly wrong. He will not let this go.

You are the only one who thinks this way! The entire world does it our way now; it's official. Corporations, governments, nations; they all do it our way.

He doesn't care if he is the only one; he doesn't care if he stands alone. The world has gone mad.

How are you the only one who knows the answer? Where is your proof? How do you know?

It says it right here in the book.

You intolerable little bastard! What about all the people who think otherwise? They can't all be wrong. You really think we will do the math incorrectly for the rest of our lives because of one little principle? The whole world knows that two and two are five! And it will continue to be five until we say otherwise! You will be prosecuted for your insolence, you ignorant, intolerant, uneducated, unqualified...

Two and two is four. It always has been. It always will be.

They don't want to hear it. They continue to press him, bash him, verbally and otherwise. He continues on.

Two and two is four.

They take his voice. He won't let that stop him. He finds a way. He makes signs, paints pictures, posts online, writes books.

Two and two is four.

They throw him in the slammer. He scratches it out on the wall of his cell.

Two and two is four.

They don't want to hear it. They damn him to loony bin for his claims that two and two is four, that the world is round, that the sky is falling.