We live in interesting times. Not knowing what Brexit will really mean, Not knowing how Trump’s brand of politics will affect the world in which we live, not knowing if Jeremy Corbyn will be the next prime minister. We seem to be moving towards something and we have no idea what it might be.

Yesterday I went for a walk with friends and we talked of the recent snap election and the outcome. We are all in broad agreement politically and yet we argued quite fiercely. Our differences were to do with what we thought we knew. We all thought we knew what Theresa May had been thinking and what she thinks now, and we all disagreed about that. One of us thought she was making the best of a bad job and wanted to do  good for her country, another thought she was ruthless and self seeking, another thought she was mistreated by her colleagues, whilst someone else thought she mistreated them. We debated the state of mind of the person being vilified in the press but curiously did not argue about Jeremy Corbyn.

In fact, of course none of us knows, and yet we needed to assert that we knew. It is an interesting feature of the human condition that we find it so hard to live in a state of not knowing and we need to make up some certainties where there are none. How quickly we become insecure and feel a sense of instability and try to put this right by forming an opinion, which we then use to alter a sense of knowing, even when not knowing is actually reality, and pretending to know is a fantasy.