An absence of proof
leaves the door open for all kinds of interpretations. There are many things
that we take at face value and really never question. We have faith, but in
what and why? Because someone tells us to? The lack of proof should open our
eyes and minds. It should open the door to inquisitiveness. Instead, we just
accept things that we should not just meekishly accept. Leading a life with
ideals formed from lack of proof entraps us. We should ask questions and free
ourselves even if we don’t arrive at an answer. It is said that Lao-Tzu wrote
the Tao Te Ching, but others are skeptical if he even existed at all and that
the works might have been a composition of others. It is a nice story; Lao-Tzu,
fed up with things, leaving the scrolls with a guard as he made his way out of
the city on a donkey or some other such animal and into the mountains, never to
be seen again. But is it true? Does there come a point when it doesn’t matter
if it is?
