Yes.
I think I like certainty too.
I mean, I don’t think I’m that open. Maybe this is why the marvelous comes to me in small pieces. Maybe because sometimes the marvelous doesn’t want to take me in. And then, I refuse or fail to see the awesome next to me.
Because it seems what is great is always beyond. But to step beyond…

Uncertainty is always there. You are right. Maybe I want the illusion of certainty money provides. I can afford to eat without working the fields. To travel without sailing or walking.

And what about love, or rather relationships? Maybe I’m truly a seeker of uncertainty, but there are few things more beautiful and reassuring than the certainty of a kiss.

Thank you, Kerstin. I appreciate your words always. In them also, there’s a certainty. The certainty of friendship. And even when one day words will erase themselves again from memory and pen, and ink will dry, the memory of them will perdure. As we throw ourselves arms open towards the uncertainty of time. And age. And space.
Thank you again, Kerstin.
Pablo