How does one know which way a given piece of evidence actually weighs?
Let me propose two very different ideas about that, both appropriate in
their own context.
Sometimes, especially in detective stories, evidence appears to work like
puzzle pieces. Take any two pieces of a
puzzle, or even half the pieces, and you may not be able to put a thing
together. All the pieces of a puzzle,
however, only fit together in one given way (a fact my three-year-old is only
just beginning to grasp, and one which is still beyond my two-year-old’s comprehension). Get enough pieces together and hey presto! a picture
emerges, the one and only true picture of the truth. The family stands back and gazes on St. Petersburg
Square in Wintertime or The Aztec Temple or Two Mandarin Ducks, and knows that
it could not be otherwise.
Truth in the real world (as opposed to the world of art, in which both
literary and physical puzzles, despite their lowly status in said world, are
located) is not usually like that.
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