Yesterday and old friend and i had tea, and we drank to "Uncertainty". Perhaps it sounds a little contrived, a scene crafted for some self-important short film; but I assure the reader, it was not. Every time we gather... which is not often, considering our busy schedules, we feel a little roughed up by life, and just relish the comfort of each other's company like a pair of stray dogs licking wounds. In our daily dealings with lots of people, it's pretty vexing that we seem surrounded by a whole cohort of people who are always so sure of everything. It's like being the sole infidel in a cult gathering. People are always so sure of what plagues the world, along with the necessary steps to make things right thing; never flinching from making bold judgements, partitioning blame; that so-and-so should shut up and die, that so-and-so deserved the calamity that befell him or her; that so-and-so sucks ass. Why is everyone so sure about everything? So confident? Is it an...
