Rainbows Are Real

Not knowing rules the world.

One would think that not knowing would encourage education, but that in and of itself is no answer, because the quality and intelligence of the educator can change everything.

If I want to know why I don’t float away I can learn about gravity and if I want to understand more, I can look into the laws of science and nature.

I might, however, learn about gravity from some other source. Depending on the teacher and the place, I might believe that I will float away if I don’t plant three red beans by the western waterfall every month on the night of the full moon. Obviously it works, because I haven’t floated away yet.

I rely on my teachers to have pure motives and an honest belief in discovering the truth, but what happens when teachers don’t really know the truth, or perhaps worse, they are more interested in using my ignorance to control me, and/or further their own ways? Either way there is a hitch in the system, a blip that creates a labyrinth rerouting the truth into an almost indecipherable maze.

Plucking the color from a child’s mind and leaving only the black and white extremes is a crime against humanity. Rainbows are a natural part of life, stretching our thoughts into mind bending vistas that include water and the refraction of light and anomalies so beautiful that they must be explored. Rationally.

I have a beautiful imagination, but imaginations don’t create rainbows, or vaccines by themselves. They need to stand on the back of strong and credible truths. They need the orderly, but free flowing thoughts of people who understand that not knowing is just the beginning and that both a good mind and reliable compass are necessary if I want to find the real pot of gold out there.