Sitting in the comfort of my home, watching the bloodied bodies of innocents in Gaza and Israel, I feel sick and confused. But I am learning something about how to seek truth, and how not to.
A sure-fire way to misread the world is to treat a distant conflict as a figment of your own identity. Even many clever observers have chosen a foreign cause and anointed it as holy. They are watching this war through one eye only. For some, Israel is always right. For others, the Palestinians are. Instead, I’m sticking to my usual heuristic: what would George Orwell say?