Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky
Were made, in the whole world the countenance
Of nature was the same, all one, well named
Chaos, a raw and undivided mass,
Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds
Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
What if the Dark Ages had never happened, and people like Ovid never stopped being around? When would we have got to the moon? AD 800?