I wish I could live in a defined box, with all answers readily apparent. If I tried to limit how I relate to my wife and daughter to a relationship built on truth as you define it, I would be a shit husband and father. And I was joking before about the pet rock. I have a rabbit's foot that I've relied on since '82. Often corrrect, but not always. Life/truth can't always be explained through intellect and reason. Life/truth are more than a collection of objective facts. If we don't agree on this, that's fine. Medicine would win every time. No question. When have I said otherwise? I'm not some mystic who goes into a trance to find enlightenment. But at the same time, if I were to limit what I find important to what is verifiably true, I'd miss out on a lot of what makes life enjoyable.