How Do You Even Know What You Know?

And why does it matter?

A longtime friend of the family recently surprised me with a late-night text — which he never used to do, but now, since he has a one-year-old son, I guess he’s up all hours like I am. Children are like Macbeth — they “hath murdered sleep.”

Anyway, I’m used to being a lone insomniac. So I was amused to see this message pop up, in the wee hours, when nothing makes sense anyhow:

“Could you please write something about dissenting opinions and why we need to start treating them…