I was doing my laundry this weekend. I put all my clean clothes in a basket. I had everything folded except I couldn’t find the match for one of my socks.
I looked in the dryer. I looked on the floor. I thought of where it could be. I started to make up stories in my head about how socks really do disappear. Maybe the gremlins took it. Maybe the washing machine is a teleportation device.
I gave up and went on with my laundry and started to make my bed. When I spread out my fitted sheet, guess what I found … the missing sock.
I felt foolish about making up those stories.
Just like we made up stories about the earth being flat before we sailed the seas and about the gods controlling the seasons before we learned about meteorology.
Theories abound until evidence proves otherwise.