I am having an extended funny phase. My tendency to always see the big picture, tune into the gist and not do details (a blessing and a disability) make me on a perpetual quest to look for patterns and see clarity in chaos and try to make sense of things. But of course - it is all a lot of chaos - much of it adversarial. I sum things up to try and help me make sense of the chaos and some of my conclusions help me. And I don't mind that my summations are perpetually altered. I let information in when it seems relevant and the odd detail can shift my stance overnight. But I have got to this point in my life arriving at these non-conclusions: Certainty is strange to me. We can only be certain within our own level of consciousness. And to recognise each of our consciousnesses are limited seems to be beyond many. People seem to hold on to their certainly. They seem to like it. Flexibility seems more sensible than certainty to me. There's always a fact or new experience that...