One is right… to the degree that one’s hair looks nice. Is it (in accordance with Shakespeare’s poetic perception) thinking that makes it so? One must argue this point of contention against one’s own reflection, as the hair itself has, a substantial say in the matter.
This is the eternal…
Multiverse!?
Multiple everythings?
My spell-checker doesn't like the word “everythings” because it is bloody nonsense!
How about we take a step back onto the rock of reason and stop calling the cosmos, which we can see, the universe?
Up in the sky, is the observable. Beyond that is the unknown…