I once ventured on the path of certainty
A shady lane-well worn under sturdy oaks
Where all was black and white
Where no grays were perceived
Where no mystery was tolerated
Where all was well- no one dare question the questions that
Contradicted the answers that came from the ultimate voice of certainty-
The inscripturized entity of the BOOK,
The BOOK of certainty.
It was a beautiful illusion- or so I thought…but I could not stay deluded for too long
There were always too many doubts that I needed to suppress
Questions unanswered and filed in box not to open.
But even more damaging…
I had put God in a box and in the box God had to stay.
It was verboten for God to act otherwise.
Such was the life on the path of certainty
The price to pay –continuous anxiety that I would be discovered…
That I wasn’t God and did not possess all the answers,
That I wasn’t Thou…That I was finite not infinite.
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