I doubt therefore I am I do not walk in certainty.
 I live in the hum of questions. 
Truth is not a possession, but a presence. 
I doubt, therefore I am. I don’t know if the soul is eternal.
 I don’t know if death is a door.
 But I move as if love matters.
 As if kindness counts.
 As if wonder is worth following. The only thing I know is that I do not know anything, really.
 And in that, I find space.
 Not safety—
but aliveness. I do not follow fixed stars.
 I strike sparks against the dark.
 Each one a breath.
 A doubt.
 A prayer.
 Still burning.
 Still here.