The Biopsy Was Inconclusive

“The biopsy was inconclusive.” My reaction to these words show me again how much I want certainty.  But certainty is not to be. No closure, no absolute answer, no clear direction.  I must make a decision with incomplete evidence. Hardly a new experience in the scheme of human history. The idea of “closure” is part of the fantasy of certainty.  Closure implies perfect release, decisions made on 100% evidence, freedom from second-guessing.  Frankly, very little crossover with reality there. Reality is what the early followers of Jesus found after the crucifixion.  All their hopes dashed, no new kingdom established, and … Continue reading The Biopsy Was Inconclusive