It's 1950. You want to go to the moon. Find ten competent aerospace experts and line them up. Ask them what the moon is made of. Nine of them answer ditheringl

It's 1950. You want to go to the moon. Find ten competent aerospace experts and line them up. Ask them what the moon is made of. Nine of them answer ditheringly: "I'm not sure," or "we don't really know yet," etc. The tenth confidently steps up, displays "alpha male" body language, and says: "it's made of green cheese." That person is now in charge of the space program. The entire world works that way.