Data de Ching, ch 7


Sometimes it happens
The data contradicts
That which we know to be true

People then accuse this data of
Being flawed

Perhaps it is

But it is always we
Who create the flaw

Either we gather our data
Being sloppy with our beliefs
With our methods
With our maths

What we know to be true
Is not quite

Such moments are real
And not the time for
Crises in faith
In data or in reality

Rather, these are
Simple clues to fuel curiosity
Moments to question deeply
To be more expansive in thought
To get more playful and creative
To do what we do better

Each such moment
Is a precious occasion
To learn

This is the most venerable gift
Our data can ever bestow