If it's Wednesday it must be Morford being all dazzled by the Higgs boson.
We must agree on a basic framework. We must share a semi-coherent baseline of common understanding. Gravity. Relativity. Evolution. White wine with fish. Radiohead. That sort of thing. Otherwise it’s all tiny-brained creationism, lizard overlords from the fifth dimension and thinking God hiccuped one groggy morning, and boom, gazelles. And no one wants that.
And isn’t this, ultimately, the entire point? Are we not are like Scheherazade herself in 1001 Nights, spinning our fanciful, cliffhanger stories to the universe every night in the desperate hope our tales, our discoveries, our bosons will earn us just one more pardon?
The way we're going, one tiny, invisible particle won't save us. It doesn't give a shit and will dance happily on without us.