The Right To Be Wrong About EverythingOctober 3, 2013
Not so long ago, a couple Jehovah Witnesses came to my door and asked me the cliche question “Is it possible everything we know about the universe is wrong?”
“Certainly,” I exclaimed. The stale reply to their suited and sweating bromide came out of me automatically.
And I did not slam the door “In their faces” as my United Church of Christ Pastor demanded me and my hateful class of Christian Confirmation initiates. I was disobedient. I always have been. I am absolutely faithless and I had been one of those kids pinned to moral pillars only by pierced ankles made by fear. Fear for my lost-already immortal soul.
Then I grew up. But before, I came to know 1 Corinthians 13:11
“When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”
That passage had been the root of my disbelief. The principles of Science came later and when I actually became curious about chemistry and physics. Neither field interested me so much as the Liberal Arts and especially the occult and Satanic aspects of its exposed myths and false magic.
Nevertheless, I understood the theories and hypotheses of Science stand until they are proven false. A true scientist expects they may be proven false. Such is science. And yes, everything we know about the universe may be wrong. And Science will correct itself even if men must admit there truly is a Higher Power.
Until then and the perspective never, men must question everything they know. So, what if everything we know about the universe is wrong? What then? Wild possibilities feed verdant imaginations. One would have to dream as a child to even contemplate answers. Indeed, the question itself sounds as if asked by a kid in grade school.
I don’t know who originally wondered the possibility. Now it’s a crusted setup wielded by Christian apologists as well as every other deluded cultist inclined to argue. Those folks swing this dying cat about, letting its weak screech account for every contention.
And following every round of exchanged blows, as I wipe away hiss and gore, I must wonder “What if any answer to THE question is wrong?”
Mine is a fair query. If we, as conversant, intelligent adults, willfully devolve into foolishness, I have a right to ask. Indeed, there is more to know.
And, uh, what if we know all there is know? That’s an ignorant question, I know. But I didn’t open the door – well, I guess I did. I only said hello to those Jehovah Witnesses because I’m still Midwestern polite. And I suspect like most people who yet live in Wisconsin, I regret smiling at anybody.
So, what if this is it? What if we know all there is know? Right, I’ve moved this goalpost. It’s difficult to find a firm foundation upon all this ridiculousness. But if I’m about to be inundated again with stuff historically-agnostic people made-up, I’ve got to know the parameters of this fiction.
What if God gave mankind all the information He knows? And is there a god that created him who didn’t tell him important details about reality? Or maybe even he doesn’t know.