In this day and age of political correctness and word games, the hottest topics are those revolving around:
The amount of confusion as to whether or not any news is true or false would be amusing, if it weren’t for the serious implications involved.
Emily was probably thinking along the same lines, although in a different context. After all, asking someone “to believe” without convincing them completely has been going on since before there was language.
Consider this scenario. A cave dwelling, some thousand centuries ago. A young family huddles together. Perhaps even several families, a tribe. They may even huddle around a newly found discovery, fire.
The fire burns bright, but a young lad is curiously drawn to the darkness outside. The moon is full, the stars are burning bright. Mother dear, can I go outside tonight?
Absolutely not, she insists in no uncertain terms. She doesn’t have the language to describe sabre-toothed tigers, giant pythons, and many other horrors of the dark. But she can tell her son that he must remain.
Why? But Why?
Because, she says. The ultimate answer for any parent, before, and since. You must believe me. You must trust me. Accept this as fact, as truth.
And this is what Emily touches upon. Whether it is a religion, something hiding in the night, or whether Russians want to undermine American democracy, there comes a time when you must accept what someone tells you. Whether you go beyond that in order to make up your own mind, well, that’s another story.
I never saw a Moor–
I never saw the Sea–
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in Heaven–
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given–