Pandora opens her box – it was actually a jar according to the Greek myth – out of curiosity. Once opened, death and the evils of the world escaped and by the time she closed it again all that remained inside Pandora’s Box was hope, or expectation depending on translation.
We have opened our own version of Pandora’s Box, not thru idle curiosity but in a search for answers, for some truth to replace third-party half truths, because we needed to know, we had to know. And from out of it escaped more truth than we expected but hopefully not more than we can handle. What remains in the box? We don’t know, but we doubt it is hope.
So far we have a firm grasp of one truth to replace the half truth we knew about one event. The rest we have yet to uncover. To have one truth, however hideous that truth is, is immense. We are sickened, horrified, and yet not surprised. At the same time, it feels good to have a – albeit small – foundation based on facts.
The other stuff, the rest of Pandora’s Box, almost taunts us. It is there, the truth, our truth – or as close to it as we can get. We just need to grasp one hideous, unpalatable truth at a time. We need to know. We need to own it. Not because we need proof – we don’t, we are believed now. And it’s not about answers either, not really. But because we need to rebuild, and to do that you need a foundation that isn’t made up of convenient half truths, lies and deliberate deceptions fed to you by others for their own gain.
The only problem is, we’re not sure we can get the lid back on our box.