June 8, 2020
I brush up against a sure thing
only in this: certainty is a fool's
errand, yet a certain measure
of it is required. Just how much
is not clear – it depends on the
circumstances – but paralysis
reigns in its absence, and fully
loosed it can only bludgeon and
oppress. A certain via media is
called for, but walking it is a
tenuous affair, the traverse of a
tightrope strung between high
rises without safety rigging, the
kind you only want to see – if
at all – in retrospect, not in real
time, after the danger has passed
by one means or another. And
you certainly wouldn't want to
walk it yourself, that's for sure.
This is spectator sport – unless
you wish to know more than a
counterfeit freedom. Step out.
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