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Certainty is stolen.

Certainly I can steal it back?...

If my Guide has sent me

halfway across the entire Universe,

squeezing 20 years into 10,

certainly Certainty can be revealed.

Here I am, still alive, still fighting.

Breathing the atmosphere, my strong, prudent

reliable viewpoint I've created.

I am hopeful- optimistic of my optimism.

I trust my center, I trust my mind and heart.

I trust my trust.

Even now - 5:30 am and someone or something 

keeping me awake...

- and I am relentless on getting eight hours -

I feel free in a way; in the way of happy.

Can it really be true

that I can have anything I want?

Can't say I didn't earn it, so;

Who the fuck would give that up - 

without Certainty?