When you live in a parallel universe where dinosaurs were on the Ark with Noah, and talking snakes crawl into your garden, and vaccinating girls for HPV makes them promiscuous, and the Rapture could happen tomorrow, and the whole universe is 6000 years old, and trick-or-treating is a Satanic plot to make you gay, I can’t help but wonder: How do you manage, in the real world, to dress yourself, drive cars, pay bills, vote (arghhhh), or hold a job? How does someone live half in reality and half in Cloud-Cuckoo-Land? How does a brain manage this without going stark raving bay-at-the moon mad?