Origin of the Cosmic Heretic

Hello, World! My name is Tony Thornton, and I suppose that the first thing I should do, is explain my blog title. Some years ago, my best friend (who was happily married at the time), invited myself and another friend to meet a woman he was considering as a second wife. Forget that it's illegal, there are various groups and individuals in America, practicing polygamy. I was once apprentice to a rabbi, who had three beautiful and intelligent wives. As a matter of fact, they were all pursuing higher degrees at the time, but I digress. 
This brother took us over to the sister's house, for a casual evening, in which we could check her out, and give our opinions, as to her suitability for his "situation." Which was sticky to say the least, and he didn't want it to blow up in his face.
Well, the sister was a gem. Beautiful, a great cook, and a witty, very adroit conversationalist. She no doubt knew that she was being graded, but she was wholly at ease and thoroughly captivating. We enjoyed a wonderful meal, and a great bottle of wine. We talked about everything under the sun, all the things that dedicated pan-Africanists talked about in the 70's.
Malachi was a devout Hebrew brother, Simpson a dedicated Kemetian, and I was, well, a devoted seeker, let us say.
I think it fair to say that we were, all of us menfolk, smitten with this beautiful, vivacious creature. And for my part, I dare say that my repartee was witty, indeed. I demonstrated formidable skill and knowledge in any and all topics that arose.
As Malachi and Simpson defended their respective positions, I danced philosophically from point to point, in a non-committal way. In the shank of the evening , our hostess turned to me, mesmerizing me with her dazzling smile, and laughing eyes, and with her pleasingly melodious voice said, "Bro. Tony, I know what these two brother's believe, but it seems that you don't believe in anything." To which I replied, "I believe in everything." Deep, right?
And then, she said, "To believe in everything, is the same as believing in nothing. You are a heretic. A heretic of cosmic proportions!" She had nailed me. Neatly, sweetly, and petitely. If she had been a he, I would have objected to that characterization. But I couldn't argue with this very feminine creature. And, after all, she was 100% correct.