The less certitude you have the more faith you need.
If you have no certitude, you need faith.
But what does it mean to have faith in your own work?
What if you don't even have faith in your own work? If you don't have faith in your own work what makes you convinced to have faith in the work of others? -the work of others done for you?
And what does it mean when you have someone do work for you that has faith but not certitude?
So how can we create the conditions where a populous no longer has certitude in their work or decisions? While at the same time ensuring that they have faith in the work of others done for them?
And what does it mean to have an internal locus of control? It isn't a sense of faith is it. It is a earned and developed sense of certitude. Perhaps it could even be considered a right of passage to adulthood. Is this individual able to develop an internal locus of control? One would believe that every professional has an internal locus of control? But perhaps that isn't true.
So what do you consider to be more important to you? The ability to develop faith or certitude? And how easy is it for someone to develop faith? What if I were to convince you that all you needed in life to have faith was to say that you have faith! Just to say it! Just say you have faith? The cemetery is likely filled with unexpected early deaths from faith?
Now how do you feel when you see someone that has certitude and you know that they are deserving of certitude? Do you attempt to convince them that faith is really what they need! "Ditch that certitude bro all you need is faith."
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I would tell you of the conversation I had with Jehovahs Witness when they came to my door this morning. But I don't have time and the memory is foggy now. So just this draft outline without proper quotes and stuff.
I asked them if they were Jehovah's Witness.
Yes.
I am not interested in talking to you about that.
"Is this climate change?"
"Yes, this is climate change." And his friend named Howell said, "This is definitely climate change."
(insert part about talking about Lake Geneva storm.)
Well my name is Gary and this is my friend Howell?
"Howell?" I didn't hear that right. "You mean Howell like Howling Wolf?"
"No, Howell like Howell Street."
I still didn't get it.
"You know like Gilligan's Islands? That Howell."
"The rich guy."
"But that money didn't do him any good on that island did it?"
"No, but he still had influence."
"Oh, he had tons of influence."
"I raised my arms and said, "And when this is all over, and we get off of here I will..." as if I was Howell. I looked at Howell and he wanted no part of this. And the women who had already rang the bell next door had already walked to the next house down after that.
© 2026 Thomas Paul Murphy
Ps. Someone once told me in college something to the effect of I could rip someone apart put someone down in a very polished manner
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