The Truth Bus
I was buying my first house. My brother remarks that I must surely own a piece of land that goes all the way down to the centre of the Earth – tapering as it goes. I point out that the centre of the Earth is molten rock, like lava. And I for one did not want lava bubbling up through the floorboards and leaving burn marks on the carpet. As far as ownership goes, a depth of soil sufficient to grow a carrot would probably be enough. Bruv continues with my patch of the Earth continuing on upwards into the sky as an ever-widening slice of interstellar space. Depending on the large-scale structure of the universe, my piece of space might actually be infinite, or it might curve back on itself in some weird way. I point out that my new property is just a ground-floor flat. The neighbours might have something to say if I were to claim ownership of the sky or of interstellar space. And besides, what about aliens? So really I just had a little rectangle of real estate (or more precisely, a c...