Sometimes not knowing is ok, even preferable. You don’t need the
Pythagorean Theorem to cut pizza into triangles, nor the unwelcome ridicule of
the bathroom scale after eating most of them.
In other cases, missing answers are a torturous burden to those
asking the questions, elusive as God. Why haven’t they called back for an
interview? Where
the hell did that lottery ticket go… Didn’t anyone see who she left
with?
In this age of relentless informational bombardment, so many
aching mysteries remain.
