“Can you imagine having that kind of faith?” Cyrus asked. “To be that certain of something you’ve never seen? I’m not that certain of anything. I’m not that certain of gravity.” “That certainty is what put worms in their brains, Cyrus. The only people who speak in certainties are zealots and tyrants.” “Sure, sure. But there’s no tiny secret part of you that envies that clarity? That conviction?” “I’m not uncomfortable sitting in uncertainty.
