Or Einsteinian dogma, or plate tectonics dogma.
Or a high school diploma.
Gosh, I gave up my subscription to Nat'l Geographic so long ago because the ex needed more space in the laundry room.
Well, no matter, I gave up on my allusions for a career in Geology anyhow because I found the prerequisite courses in Whalesong to be so daunting.
Too bad also that the old SA rag kept getting in the way of the laundry area.