A rather common idea of how the universe works would go like this: there are nebulous infinities which detach themselves from each other at remarkable speeds and amidst these nebulae, lost in this cosmic explosion, is ours, the so-called Galaxy. This Galaxy spins around like a flat disc and contains billions of stars amongst which is found, even though barely visible and distant from the centre, the sun. And around this sun moves the earth. To me it seems quite obvious, however, that the sun is not a star but the sun, as anyone can check for themselves. Every morning it appears from behind these hills and then it goes down behind those other hills over there at night just as the stars are nothing else but shining dots, the proof of which is that they are only visible at nighttime. The Galaxy in question can be nothing other than the moon which heralds rain. As far as the nebulae are concerned they are so nebulous that they can only be seen in photographs. Now, it is an established fact that one can’t trust photographs of the sky very much- usually they don’t even show up the evil spirits that, as we all know, fill the spaces where they do nothing but beckon to us attempting to seduce us in a thousand ways. They would like to make us leave this solid earth, rendered fertile by the bodies of our ancestors, simply out of their mean-spirited joy of seeing us descend into the empty darkness.
Alas, there are many today who genuinely wish to leave the earth, deceived by a series of optical illusions and even of illusions of other kinds. I, however, have chosen, one of these days, to take a stroll around my garden, naturally taking every kind of precaution.