I've never written the word 'certain' so many times in my life
If honesty could dry tears, she might have been a savior.
Lord only knows the world is a pile of trembling fear.
But what she knew was a world, no definition, no reason, just a form of being.
To most this was terrifying, it was the source of her comfort.
"Within every person is something gruesome, something terrible
A monster waiting to break to the surface.
You and I, we are no different from him and them.
We all conceal such darkness.
We all hide from the world a monster.
There is no such thing as a decent person.
We are all despicable."
"How can you know?"
The pathetic girl trembled, cold and broken.
"If you cannot see the monster, how can you be certain it is there?"
"You live in doubt.
Uncertainty does not have to end in doubt.
There is no one thing in this world in which we can be perfectly certain.
This does not mean, however, that we must doubt them.
For the only thing we actually can be certain of is our uncertainty."
"I'm not sure I quite understand."
"Those who do not doubt are certainly uncertain of everything in their lives.
My life is perfect, of that I'm certainly uncertain.
Your life is wasted, of that we are both certainly uncertain.
Regardless, we can sit and weigh and assess.
We can compare pros and cons, positives and negatives.
We can do the math to an equation that doesn't exist and infinitely does not matter.
Or, we can just live."
The girl sensed enlightenment.
"We can live in certain uncertainty."
Honesty may not make her a savior.
But this girl was certainly uncertain that it might.