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What convictions
shall today reduce
to insignificance?

To whom the gift of believing
was not granted,
though they are equally in search

of consolation,
of a palpable,

graspable peace.

That they will not recognize
when it hits them right
where they are hurting

navigating their unknowns

Stepping forward
might have just as well
been backwards

The treatment of truth
as quintessential as it is dangerous
Should we tell them that we too
don’t know?

Keep moving, nothing to see here.