There are no capital-T "Truths" out there. Nothing is objective and infallible.⁠
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All the secrets of the universe we believe we know are just things that appear to be true to us—but we're only human. We don't see all there is to see. Smart as we are, we can't understand everything.⁠
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All our "facts" are "human facts." They appear true—which really means they're consistent and predictable based on our observations.⁠
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Things may be "true" for all intents and purposes—but they're still stories; current "working models" for some real Truth buried somewhere we'll never see.⁠
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The point?⁠
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We choose the stories we believe in.⁠
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All the science-based, apparently-true stories may deserve their own tier of things we believe in. Maybe they should be placed above things we believe but lack evidence for. Absolutely they should be valued higher when making "human" decisions grounded in material causes and effects. ⁠
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But that doesn't make those stories sacred. ⁠
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Belief in those stories as a foundation for reality still requires faith—faith that our human knowledge—limited as it is—somehow reflects the bigger picture. ⁠
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It requires faith in ourselves, I suppose.⁠
I wonder if that faith is really arrogance.⁠
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I choose to believe we don’t know, and can’t know, everything.⁠
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But that's just me; what stories do you choose to believe?