And if the Creationists believe they have it right, then I believe the moon is really made of cheese and its dark side visited by aliens who park their warp engine space crafts by a pyramid made of marzipan.
They go and play bingo in a hall where angle dust rains down on tables made of rhubarb, while giant centipedes wait on the alien crowds.
And if that’s not true, it’s too late to ask Neil Armstrong what he thinks about it all.
Oh god, it’s full moon again!
Rest in peace, Neil.