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“A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
I was poking around online the other day, doing some research for an article I was writing. One click led to another, and, as happens so often in the Age of Google, I found myself in a rather unexpected place: I had somehow stumbled into the corner of the internet where they don’t believe in the moon.
Seriously. I’m not joking. Go to YouTube and enter the phrase “the moon is a hologram” in the search box. Pour yourself a nice glass of wine, and keep the bottle handy; you’re about to enjoy several hours of videos, all claiming to document the non-existence of the moon, or that, at the very least, the moon isn’t what we think it is. Some say that it’s a hologram, some believe it’s an alien satellite, still others believe it’s a hollowed out shell being used to store our space junk.
Was I surprised to discover that I share the planet with a sizeable group of folks who don’t believe in the moon? Sadly, no. I’ve become kind of immune to wacky conspiracy theories. Maybe it’s because people seem oddly comfortable sharing them with me. Like the neighbor who, within five minutes of meeting him, was telling me about the Lemurians who live under Mt. Shasta (in Northern California). Or the business associate who revealed to me, a few months after meeting him, that not only did he know about the Lemurians, he’d actually been a signer of the first ever Interstellar Peace Treaty that involved Earth…and then proceeded to produce his copy of the document.