The land of bad ideas gives birth to yet another great one: Everything you know about the galaxy within which we live is a lie. A squirrelly kid, maybe 19 years old, opens the door. “You’re late,” he informs me. “But you can come in.” He ushers me in to a room with 20 or so people — normal people (i.e., not strangely dressed or otherwise presented), Black, Latino, Jewish, from teenagers to senior citizens. Sitting on a sofa toward the front is Anthony, the guy who invited me to this mysterious soiree. The speaker appears unfazed, and the event seems to be a history or geography lecture, maybe a Bible study. The speaker is quoting various passages from the Bible, usually bringing it back to Genesis. Then he’s talking about the flood and Noah’s Ark. Referring to the stars, he says: "They’re not a million miles away. They’re maybe a few dozen miles above us, the stars and the sun and the moon, here in our atmosphere.” And with that, I know I'm in for one helluva night. | 
