Glue Man, your old lady on the telly sounds remarkable. Some would say, she is the random exception which proves the rule. But I've always held that the exception disproves the rule, and a better, more widely encompassing rule is needed. Such a rule would include both science and mysticism, by explaining or allowing both as parts of something else. It is only by aggressively honing in on the exceptional case, or the grossly misfitting detail (in the style of Sherlock Holmes), that a true picture of reality can be found; and such a realisation is often fundamentally different to what you had imagined, and quite startling.
I think we need one of those, but in the meantime I believe in both science and the old lady, metaphorically speaking, and (to me) the old lady is far more interesting. I like nice cogs, but the spirit of invention is what grabs me.
Mal Volio: the requirement for proper trials.
The Glue Man: 'whereof one cannot speak one must remain silent'
MV: Science is very easy to talk about in an authoritative way, if black and white is all you need. Once you know your facts, you are a masterful source of wisdom and knowledge. Facts are easy.
But there is a consensus reality beyond science which cannot be proven, and some of which might not be mass delusion either. Because they aren't pinned down precisely, woolly thinking is all they have. These things, in time, may be explained and filed neatly in the science box, at which point I will get bored by them; and you will start believing in them.
My point is that perhaps we are all on the same staircase to wisdom. Near the bottom, where there is certainty and authority, sits you; and higher up, where everything gets fuzzier, sniffing the air and watching wisps go by, sits Glue Man. The difference is only in temperament, and which step you prefer to sit on.
In the meantime, you think yourself much more convincing than GM. But if one day GM figures out something important, or says something that inspires someone else to greatness, you might be saying how useful he is, sitting up there musing about unproven things.
I can see why your reliance on bare, indisputable facts gives you confidence; but doesn't it also reduce your world to a lump of rock floating in space?
PS. I am the clever person in the crowd :) Someone else can change the scoreboard.