A sane person believes firmly in the uselessness of thinking about what she does not understand.
It does not seem to me that there is anything in the life of the average man, even of the modern intellectual man, which would not go on just as well, and perhaps a little more comfortably, if tribal custom happened to dictate belief in an inverted bowl overhead.
Thus spake Celia Green.
Thus spake my wife, on hearing the announcement of a TV programme about the origins of the universe:
"What on earth has that got to do with me?"