Death and Taxes

To say whether certainty is necessary begs the question if anything is certain. To me nothing is certain. Nothing can be so known to us that we are free from any sort of doubt about it. I believe this to be true mainly for the reason that certainty implies constancy. For those things we believe to be indubitable are also the things we believe to be absolutely unchanging. The combination of our senses and reason lead us to find certain things indisputable, but truly nothing in this world ever remains permanent or static so the certainty we see is produced by us and us alone. Though the saying is somewhat cliché and perhaps a bit trite, but you can never step in the same river twice. Our minds seem to cling to the stable and seek to quickly identify, label, and file away. Certainty is a cage that we willingly place our minds and movements in. It is easier to take seemingly simple things and judge them by what they are similar to or certain other preconceived notions. We never truly know the thing for itself by peering into its individual spirit and essence, which will change from moment to moment. It is made two dimensional and given only the slightest passing glance so that we may judge it and move on concerned only with our set objective. But then again I feel a slight twinge of irony in that proclaiming that nothing is certain is possibly in itself a certainty. I feel as though our false sense of certainty is useful, but not necessarily imperative to our lives. If we can live with a constantly open mind and accept every breath and breeze as unique and never promised we can live without certainty. But because we always seem to be rushing about this open-mindedness is slightly improbable. We fear doubt and wish to know things exactly as we need them to be: constant and thus certain. There is life and spirit in everything thus it is unique, but ever shifting in its own self.