One can imagine a book shelf with a huge book of thousands of pages called Science (physics, its direct descendant, chemistry, and their special interaction, biology, along with a complete exposition of mathematics and logic); another volume with obscure calligraphies scribbled over a thousand pages, titled Prehistoric Man, then many volumes of human history. At the very end of the shelf are two thick tomes. The first is titled Guesses About Important Stuff; the second is called Guesses About Unimportant Stuff. The former contains social studies (economics is the most dignified of these) and philosophy not directly based on sound mathematics or logic. I am redundant here for clarity’s sake; every person should know that mathematics is a part of logic. The latter (twice as thick as the former) concerns which fork to use, the width of men’s ties, and whether a woman should wear after Labor Day among many other arguments. Finally, hidden by slim dimensions is a book called The Fundamental Things Apply.

The author of the first and last volumes is God. I have no idea who wrote the prehistoric part; one discovers after dusting over the cover, the title is actually Guessing About Human Prehistory with a Small Amount of Factual Information. The historical volumes are filled with lies. However, a lifetime of study, a lack of bias, coupled with a cold rationality yields some truth from the study of history. The author informs his readers that few such persons ever existed, exist now, or will ever exist. Moreover, they exist only in the silence and solitude of their libraries. Outside of that rare combination, there are no reasonable men.