Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 10:01 pm
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of the imagination (John Keats)

My creative writing students are a passionate bunch, and many of them are activists and advocates of causes. Today, I asked them to think about things they are _not_ certain of, because they seem so confident in their beliefs, and perhaps I feel that such absolutism is not safe these days.
That, of course, makes me wonder about what I AM certain of...


I am certain of warmth, and light, and laughter
I am certain of bread, and wine, and clear water
I am certain of friendship
I am certain of the love of my animals, of the new growth of plants in springtime, of the heat of the sun.
I am certain of poetry, of beauty, of the possibility of joy
I am certain of cruelty, of injustice, of humanity's potential for brutality,
But I am also certain of redemption, of hope,

of love.

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 01:52 pm (UTC)
What a great question.

I am certain that it's better to be a decent human being.
I am certain that it's not always easy to do that, or even to identify the right thing to do.
I am certain that the world is full of beauty, and that I love trees, rocks, mountains, wind, storms.
I am certain that it's possible to transmute pain into beauty and meaning.
Even when I cannot believe I am loved, I am always certain that I love.
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 02:12 pm (UTC)
*love*
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 07:02 pm (UTC)
That's a moving litany.
Thursday, November 5th, 2009 12:26 am (UTC)
A very optimistic view.

Philosophically, I am certain of nothing, but that doesn't worry me much or keep me from making and honoring commitments.