When I was a young man everything was black and white, good and evil, you see? But then I grew to find that there was only grey" ~ Anonymous character
In the days of dogmatic reasoning I knew that I had the truth. As the scales fell off of my eyes I began to see all that I'd wronged in my desire to be right, for the Witnesses to be right, for my mom and grandma to be right. I was reading the bible for the first time with my eyes wide open, not to prove anything but to know something. Eventually I came to a place of nothing. I know nothing for certainty and really neither does anyone. We pretend to know things, we attempt to live in absolutes because nothing drives a human more mad than the not knowing. But dropping the illusion of knowledge is a freeing aparatus. Perhaps I'm off somehow but I don't think so.
Growing up with a parent who taught me in absolutes made me an ellitist. I knew, you are wrong and I'll show you how was a code that I lived by. When the dust settled after my leaving, for all of his problems I respected my father most for his stance. He said to me, "Son, with everything I've seen in my life there isn't much I know for any true certainty. Here is what I believe and here is why." There was no absolute and I respected him for that. Mind you I was 24 when this conversation happened.
Here is my question, spawned by a conversation with a new mother: Is it better to raise children in absolutes or is it better to raise them to ask questions?