Under Construction

Suppose I would like to be sure about something, so that I can have an anchor to hold on to.
(And of course, being sure about things isn’t just an act; it is a true feeling from the inside.)

Because then, at least I can be crucified for something. The act of being intimidatingly honest is such a luxury, which source only depends on concrete things that can be honest or dishonest about.

But now, I don’t even have anything to lie about, let about being true about -- you would have to be sure about a "yes" or a "no" in order to lie or deliver truth.

The only thing that I can really count on is "I don’t know."
(What happened to me?)