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Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds.
PROLOGUE
Lost and Found?
Near Agadir, Morocco
W e had just met the previous week in Bonn, my new German acquaintance and I, and here we were on the west coast of Africa on a hot Thursday morning, looking for an underwater city in the middle of the desert. Our destination was an unremarkable set of prehistoric ruins. The shared interestabout the only thing we had in commonthat had brought Michael Hbner and me together in Morocco for what felt like a very awkward second date was Atlantis. Hbner was certain he had found it.
Hbner was far from alone in this belief. Id already met plenty of other enthusiastic Atlantis seekers whod used clues gleaned from Renaissance maps or obscure Babylonian myths or unpublished documents from the Vatican Secret Archives to pinpoint its supposed location. There did not seem to be a lot of consensus. Morocco was the eighth country on three continents that Id visited as I pursued those who pursued Atlantis, the legendary lost city. Id become as fascinated by them as they were by their quest. I hadnt seen my wife and children for a month.
Hbners unique search strategy was data analysis. He had scoured ancient literature for every mention of Atlantis that he could find and then plugged that data into an algorithm far too complicated for a math novice like me to understand. His results were clear, though. According to his calculations and the laws of probability, the capital city of Atlantis had absolutely, positively existed just a few hundred feet ahead at the nexus of GPS coordinates we were tracking. It is very, very improbable that all these criteria are combined by chance in one area, he had already told me several times, his monotone voice betraying not the slightest doubt.
I wasnt so sure. Perhaps the defining characteristic of the landscape around us, the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, was its complete lack of water. Twice on the way here my driver had slammed on the brakes to avoid crashing into herds of camels crossing the road. The one thing that everyone knows about the legend of Atlantis is that it sank beneath the seas.
Hbner had a ready explanation for this aquatic discrepancy. An earthquake in the Atlantic Ocean, a few miles west of where we were hiking, had caused a tsunami that had flooded the Moroccan coast and then receded. The ancient story of this deluge had simply gotten garbled over generations of retelling.
A few months earlier, I would have said Hbners explanation sounded crazy. Now it had a very familiar ring to it. I had heard a lot of location hypotheses that hinged on tsunamis and other improbable agents: volcanic explosions, mistranslated hieroglyphics, the ten biblical plagues, asteroid impacts, Bronze Age transatlantic cocaine trafficking, and the Pythagorean theorem.
All of these ideas had been presented to me by intelligent, sincere people who had devoted large chunks of their lives to searching for a city that most reputable scientists dismissed as a fairy tale. Most of the university experts Id approached about Atlantis had equated the futility of searching for it with hunting down the specific pot of gold that a certain leprechaun had left at the end of a particular rainbow. Now I was starting to wonder if Id been away from home too longbecause the more of these Atlantis seekers I met, the more their cataclysmic hypotheses made sense.
Perhaps the second most famous attribute of Atlantis was its distinctive circular shape, an island city surrounded by alternating rings of land and water. At the center of those rings, the story went, stood a magnificent temple dedicated to the Greek god Poseidon. That innermost island, with its evidence of an advanced civilization suddenly destroyed by a watery disaster, was the proof that every Atlantis hunter most longed to find. Incredibly, this legendary islands precise measurements, as well as the dimensions of the temple and the citys distance from the sea, had been handed down from the philosopher Plato, one of the greatest thinkers in Western history. The clues to solving this riddle had been available for more than two thousand years, but no one had yet found a convincing answer. Hbner insisted that according to his own calculations, what we were about to see was close to a perfect match.
Hbner wasnt an especially chatty guy, so we trudged silently up the slope, the only sounds coming from our feet scraping the sunbaked ground and the occasional bleating of stray goats. Finally, the incline leveled off and we looked out onto a large geological depression, a sort of desert basin enclosed on all sides. I leaned against a leafless tree and wiped sweat from my eyes.
You remember how I showed you the satellite photo, how it was like a ring? Hbner said, waving his hand across the panorama. That is this place here.
Of course I remembered. The image hed shown me on his computer screen was like a treasure map leading to Atlantis; it was that photo that had convinced me to come to Morocco. I scanned the horizon from left to right and slowly recognized that we were standing above a natural bowl, almost perfectly round. In the middle was a large hill, also circulara ring within a ring.
On that hill in the center is where I found the ruins of the gigantic temple, Hbner said. You can check for yourself the measurements. They are almost exact with the story of Atlantis. He sipped from his water bottle. I would like to show this to you. Do you think maybe we should go down there?
CHAPTER ONE
That Sinking Feeling
New York, New York
A few years ago, for reasons that presumably made sense at the time, a friend who worked at a popular womens magazine called to ask if Id consider taking on an unusual writing assignment. Might I be interested in compiling a list of the greatest philosophers of all time and explaining, in easily digestible chunks, why their work was relevant to Americas working mothers?