If we are going to do physics, we have to make crap up. Hopefully, it will be beautiful crap, simple and elegant. We have no choice because the universe has conspired to keep knowledge of other worlds from us. We know that there is something missing from our formulations, but we cannot find out what it is. Making up crap is all we have left. Lovely crap. We will make the universe a work of Art.
Crap is crap, no matter how lovely. And, that's okay. If joe believes tiny pink unicorns collapse out of quantum unicorn wavelets when measured, that's fine by me.
But it
is crap. And when crap gets popularized, common folks get to thinkin'
man, the world is all weird and unicorny and mebbe what seems to be real isn't and mebbe I don't really love my wife cuz mebbe my brain is just a stable for quantum horses with horns gallopin' through my atoms which themselves are nuthin' but unicorns...fuck, mebbe it's unicorns all the way dooooown...
Like I say: I wish egg heads would shut up and keep lookin'.