We strive for certainty. The unknown makes us nervous. Surely, some piece of evidence exists that reveals something.
The missing Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 was apparently hijacked and landed discreetly somewhere else. How do we know this? We don’t, it’s a theory based on scant information rather than hard evidence.
It’s easy now to sit back and assume the worst. The plane landed somewhere in the Middle East where it’ll be used again in the future to deploy nuclear weapons. Given the revived Cold War, are the Russians complicit in any way? The options are endless.
We can’t sit back and relax. We’re on a need to know basis and we always assume the worst. Saddam Hussein must have had nuclear weapons? It turns out he had none and poor old Colin Powell had to sell the war.
Our gut is usually a good barometer for determining truth. But when it lacks certainty, it sensationalizes the facts. Truth can be fiction for the mind; our minds mistakenly confirm possibilities as truths.
Why do we need to know? Is it out of safety or to avoid ignorance? Sometimes the good guys lose and bad things happen for no reason, and vice versa. But we don’t need to know about it, just that it probably happens.