Less Answers

I was talking with Kyle as we drove home tonight from the light rail and he said he was confused. Why were so many people believing something that was wrong. He had this belief in one area, and felt that so many people couldn’t see the facts and didn’t realize that they were wrong. We talked about it, and I talked about some of the places where people would interpret things differently, and why some of his “facts” weren’t really facts, or maybe they weren’t They could easily be those wonderful things we call statistics, and twisted to suit various positions.

I said that I felt that I had less answers, despite learning more answers every year. There’s so little black and white that I see in the world, and less all the time. More and more I feel that there are shades of gray to almost everything, depending on perspective.