If certainty is an analgesic, dogmatic ideology is heroin. It is the last stop. It is a cessation of fear through a cessation of life. It is a creeping coldness, which some come to love and need.
Life is uncertain. But we cannot allow this fact to cause us to constrict what remains. If you shrink from what may be, you lose what is–all of it.
We are surrounded by waves in an endless sea, which vary in direction, and vary in intensity. We bob up and down, we are moved here, and moved there.
But in the end, we can always choose what we see. We can widen and we can shrink our perceptual horizons. We can destroy or ignore miracles, or we can feed them. This is a choice given to all of us.