Me the earth

Me the Earth
- as stated by the earth itself -


I wonder why i was created, but i remember when i had huge forests over me covering me and my assets beneath the surface from the scorching beams of sun. I remember when there were huge big creatures living on me, they lived, fought and ate above me, and i felt good about them; fed them with all my natural goodness, felt them as my kids. But then i heard a blast over me, it hit me hard. That explosion diminished a vast number of the species of them; all the huge creatures could not survive. I was sad and alone for a long time. Then a sparkle of hope begun, i was happy to see some creatures to survive and start living again. I started to feed them and facilitate them with everything they needed, they grew and ate and lived with comfort. One of them started to grow on their intelligence, so immaculately and rapid that they soon overcome other creatures; they called themselves as humans. These creatures 'Humans' were so intelligent that they transformed their lifestyle innovatively; at least this is what they thought. They started to deforest me dangerously fast, installing huge factories over me at the same time, they invented millions of innovative and constructive machines for one thing and the other, then they were happy and later they created weapons; machines for violence and destruction, they fought and killed each other and even other creatures mercilessly. It was not a soothing moment for me; not at all, i was shivering, often trembling and crying over seeing my children fight and kill each other. But i was helpless, there was little that i could do to stop all that. I tried to threaten them by shaking the earth below them, rising huge waters, so that they understand that they need to help each other and they are not the gods. But they remained the same, hopeless and pathetic humans. They called it my cruelty. My cruelty... I was only trying to make them understand the facts. However they never stopped. And there was nothing that i could do. They were destroying me at a fast pace. I have to admit there were some of them, only a few, who were thinking to save me, but then they were only thinking to do so. Then it was too late for them to react the countdown had begun, the countdown of mass destruction, may be another blast an explosion that would seize their present and destroy their future and may be put there specie to an end. All this was because of them, they started it deliberately or unknowingly; that i don’t know, but yes they did it. And why? All the destruction for a little ease and comfort. That would only last a few hundred years. A civilization of around two hundred thousand years old was destroying me. A mere specie was destroying my four billion years old nature for a little comfort of theirs. And i was helpless, nobody to do something for me, for saving me; for saving the mother who was taking care of them and their needs for two thousand years. There was no one to stand out for me.

Their carelessness was changing me faster than they could have possibly thought. I was changed from beautiful blue waters to white sands and from glorious green forests to red rocks. They were emptying me from the inside by mining into me deeper and deeper, thus making it hard for me to bear the weight of those huge buildings they had built over. I was still hoping to be rescued. But little did they know that in course of being glorious they are only hurting their future and bring their end closer moment by moment.

Then one day they came to know that this is going to end soon, everything they ever did had brought them to a dead end. They knew they were going to die. Then they started to do foolish acts of trying to stop it. But it was too late to change their fate now. They had brought destruction not only for them, but other creatures and my natural beauty as well. There was no ice caps left on my oceans to keep me cool, there were no forests left to give shadows and save me from the heat the sun threw on me, there was no cool breeze over me not any clouds that would rain and quench my thirst. These humans did not understand the value and importance of these things; they just wasted all the magic of this nature around me, right in front of my eyes and burning every possible thing on my surface and below it for their ever growing needs as fuel for them.

And when the time came high on them they were drowned by high waters and they were shook furiously as i could not balance myself because of the space they had created within. The sun heat struck many of them as well, so many died because of the sudden phenomenal changes that themselves had brought into action. The environmental process of bringing this to an end had started. I; the earth and its creatures were hit again that day with heavy rocks from the sky because of the disorders humans had created.

A blast happened again that day, just like it did billions of years before, destroying all of them that i used to protect and feed. I was witnessing the destruction of those i had been raising for billions of years, all this due to a single species that thought a little over what they were doing and what will the circumstances of that be.

I am left alone, once again. I have no one to take feed, no one to take care of; I just have no one right now with me. I was the mother earth of all the creatures and one species of the million from my children destructed the stability of nature and destroyed themselves as well as all others. I can’t even curse myself for bringing up such creatures that in the end made me to live all alone. After all I raised them up.

I just wish none of my children in the future become that intelligent and developed to destroy everything and make me alone; again.

Tossing the toast

Why does it always drops buttered side down?

Imagine yourself in the morning, sleepy eyed and hungry for a toast that has just popped up from the great toaster machine of yours. As you start thinking of how will you eat that toast, from which side will you bite it first, you absent-mindedly reach for the Marmite, and oh oh... the toast has fallen to the floor – and guess what butter side down! you curse your self for not being fast in your reflexes to save your toast from falling down and eaten up by your dog. But do you think why did it land butter side down?

And why not the plain side down, or a much needed position vertically straight.

Or does it really drops buttered side down?

The odds of this are exactly 50/50 just like tossing a coin.

with buttered toast it just seems to happen that way, people don't remember the times that it doesn't, people who answer "because the buttered side is heavier" obviously do not consider the physical laws of gravitational force for free falling bodies and those who do have some kind of atmospheric effects on them.

Where is physics involved?

Many have taken Sod's Law as the root causal factor for why toast always falls butter side down. This is incorrect. The real answer lies in simple physics. A falling piece of bread is influenced by several factors. The major one is gravity. The second and often overlooked one is height of the standard kitchen counter. The third factor is the size of the bread. The final one is the deviation angle at which the bread initially leaves its starting position. Most falling bread falls either to the left or the right. Rarely does a person hold both sides of the bread level with the ground and simultaneously drop it from both hands at the same instant. Instead, one is usually balancing the aforementioned bread slice in one hand and a bread knife in the other, So the chances are of the side held upwards in your hand may it be the butter side or the other one.

What are the factors?

It all depends on how you dropped it, from where you dropped it and how big your slice of toast actually is. All of these factors contribute to the butter side up or butter side down landing position.

If taken with details from our early morning case scenario, the toast slips off the side of the table and is given a slight rotation as it starts to fall. As most kitchen tables and work surfaces are about waist height, the toast only manages half a rotation before it hits the floor, and bang; butterside down. So, if you want to have your toast landing butter side up, you’d better build your work surfaces twice as high or make smaller slices so that they have time enough to complete the rotation.

What is the truth if it's a myth?

The truth is just what I stated above, first it’s just that people ignore the fact that it does NOT ALWAYS fall butter side down, if you drop it ten time maybe it will fall six times in butter-down position, but why do people ignore the fact that the rest of four times it has landed buttered side up.

And why six times buttered side down?

Well, you got a point here, why six times buttered side down? I say this is when we can say physics plays its role. For the sake of proving this consider the proofs below:

As you can see the gravitational force between the buttered toast and earth is more than the gravitational force between a plain toast and earth, this is because the buttered toast is heavier in mass than the simple toast.

So if we see the situation with a one sided buttered toast according to the above proven results we can come to a conclusion that when the toast falls it does tend to fall buttered side down because of the excessive mass on such side but since this force is NOT really that impact full, it some of the times fails to land on the buttered side, But it does at least leave a difference in the final scores to finish as six times to the four times of non-buttered side down landing.

So, its not a single thing that matters in this process the height, the angle, the weight of different sides plus the altitude level you are standing on; all such things do effect the final results.

And since the cat always land on its feet, and you don’t wanna lose your toast; why don’t you tie it to the back of the cat. This way you'll save it from landing buttered side down. But then, who wants to eat a cat-hairy toast.