The Razor's Edge

I walk a thin road. All around me there are whispering pits. On the one side there is a stultifying skepticism that brings with it a small but strong community of intellectuals who will reassure me of my rightness and praise me for my bravery and intelligence. "Don't believe, don't trust, don't risk". On the other side is fundamentalism, a way of denying what is obviously true so I can believe only that which brings comfort. Simplicity and certainty beckon me. "Just believe, don't question, don't risk." It would be so much easier to ignore the contradictions, to deny the vagaries, to de-complexify life. Yes easier, but I think in the end far less satisfying. I'd be missing something.