I'm eleven years into writing a Theory of Collective Ignorance, as adult potty humor based on the 12,000 year old Bagua, that expresses countless ways to prove with quantifiable empirical evidence that reality is stranger than fiction according to academic standards. This includes a way to prove the Quantum Observer Effect is due to each of us determining our own local reality to some extent, just as each of us has a meager gravitational field we share with the rest of the universe. However, a major implication is that civilization tends to organize like chickens, because lowbrow slapstick is intrinsic to nature, and academics everywhere hate me for writing a book that forces them to confront their own lowbrow slapstick. They have my sympathy, but somethings are best gotten over with quickly, and their experimental results are already transforming into a mountain of lowbrow slapstick of epic proportions.