A Small Theology of Impossible Things

I believe that humanity’s fate is, in some mysterious way, written in the stars; that sweets truly did taste better when I was a child; that, by the stern laws of aerodynamics, an overly large bee ought never to fly; that light is both a wave and a particle; and that somewhere, in some forgotten box of the universe, there is a cat both alive and dead at once — although, let us be honest, if no one ever opens the damned box to feed the poor creature, it will eventually be merely dead, and for reasons far less philosophical.