Certainty and a side order of open minded inventiveness.
Is that how the west trod on new lands, the peace can be made and we all feel good again?
It’s not that certainty is bad, or good.
It’s not that invention is good, or bad.
The sun sets and rises.
A tree sways and returns to rest.
All of it can change and all of it can be splendid.
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