An absence of proof leaves the door open for all kinds of interpretations. There are many things that we take at face value and really never question. We have faith, but in what and why? Because someone tells us to? The lack of proof should open our eyes and minds. It should open the door to inquisitiveness. Instead, we just accept things that we should not just meekishly accept. Leading a life with ideals formed from lack of proof entraps us. We should ask questions and free ourselves even if we don’t arrive at an answer. It is said that Lao-Tzu wrote the Tao Te Ching, but others are skeptical if he even existed at all and that the works might have been a composition of others. It is a nice story; Lao-Tzu, fed up with things, leaving the scrolls with a guard as he made his way out of the city on a donkey or some other such animal and into the mountains, never to be seen again. But is it true? Does there come a point when it doesn’t matter if it is?