A war between competing simple explanations cannot be won, because simple explanations are not falsifiable, any more than the sky god outline of a constellation is falsifiable. It isn't even real enough to be tested. Thus such convictions are logically unassailable; and flourish in precarious times, for the illusion of wholeness & security they offer. Perhaps for weak minded people that illusion is indeed worth something. If only it didn't have genocide as one of the side effects!
IC434 Horsehead and Flame Nebula.
The bookstores that you knew are gone.
The bent kaleidoscope of time
has shaken once again, its bomb
in silence rends the ones who pine
for Alexandria, the lost.
Though you once pledged to moving mirrors,
trapped the flash in luscious prose,
they never crowned you in the biz
& filled the rest with crawling horrors--
O Alexandria, you're lost.
Then turn to one who may not leave
as solace, not exotic dust
but pungent sacramental feast
& innocence-destroying love
for Alexandria will be lost.