Let’s be clear:

Most of us think confusion is the enemy of clarity.
As an erosive antagonist, undermining confidence and intention.
But what if it was the opposite?
What if there could be no clarity until we are brilliantly perplexed?
Call it a predicate to a path forward.
A recognition that the real box we need to think out of,
Is the one on top of our shoulders.
Great film and theatrical directors see the necessity:
Deliberately elevating confusion and mystery and tension to a shivering peak,
Inventing conditions where rooms full of strangers,
Can reach a shared and simultaneous emotional climax. 
The locked room opens. Or not. Mortality outwitted. Or not. 
Lovers in each other’s arms. Or not.

Put it this way:

Maybe Edward R. Murrow missed the mark when he famously said, “If you’re not confused, you don’t fully understand the situation.”
Maybe it should have been, “Until we confront confusion, we are well and truly lost.”