Last year, I wrote thoughts about Christopher Columbus. Through the Internet my thoughts sailed across the country, prompting numerous debates regarding his morality and his significance. Indulge me as I revisit his story. This time I’ll delve deeper into the nature of the man.
There was a time when the New World did not exist — at least not for Europeans. The sun set in the west at the far edge of an ocean where no man dared to venture, and beyond that, infinity — or so they thought. Geographers believed that monsters guarded the edge of the world. It was thought to be impossible to cross the ocean.
In 1492, obsessive monarchs Ferdinand of Aragon and Isabella of Castile ruled a Spain that was consumed by fear and superstition. Their ruthless inquisition persecuted those who dared to dream.