It was quite a large jar. And people did love Samothes, trusted the word of his church. Very few people realized anything was wrong at all.

"Were we all in the same universe," Ephrim says, slowly; not out of fear that Rosinante won't understand, but out of putting words to thoughts he hadn't considered saying out loud before, "your world would have been in another jar. Trapped, surrounded by nothing." He pauses, thinking. "Perhaps it was. A jar with planets floating within." It's not entirely out of the question.

But. "If that is so, perhaps I would amend my statement. I... would hope that we did not float in the same nothing. That there is no jar containing your universe. I would not wish that upon your oceans."