Certainty is the antidote to fear. And the path to blindness. Certainty fuels conviction and razor-edged rules. It spurs action without knowledge—sometimes courageous, many times destructive.
Beliefs born of certainty harden, become swords of emotional violence. They cut and wound. They kill love because love—above all—accepts, softens around each necessary flaw.
Certainty divides the world into what is rejected and embraced; held or flung away. It is the defense of the righteous, the self-willed. It is what war—in every form—is made of.