The room had a hard durable floor, but even so the feet of many people had etched clear pathways across it. The walls and ceilings were painted some neutral inoffensive color that was almost offensive in effect, a typical public space institutional color. THere must have been lights, but without power, they were not obvious.
The room was divided by a row of doorways standing independently across the center. At one time, people would line up to take turns to use the doorway. Which was a bit odd, considering that there were no doors.
Each doorway had a light on top, and a niche that seemed like a good place to stand alongside and watch. Also near each doorway was a huge piece of machinery with conveyor belts running in and out. Aside from those obvious features, there was little to hint at what used to flow on those belts.
While I envy their certainty occasionally, I also know that they are too sure of their position, resting as they are, on shifting ground. Any success they may have enjoyed will be short-lived. At the end of the day, they will have been gloriously certain of their righteousness for a short while, then grasping for toeholds in the truth revealed by their light.
They are too confident of their position.
And that will not last.
In stark contrast, we are certain of only one thing: that we are going to be wrong more often than we are right. Knowing that as truth, we plan to be wrong. That is, our plans generally allow for the action of Murphy’s Law. When (never “if”) something does not go as planned, we have already considered our options and can smoothly switch courses to make the most of the revelations.
Given shifting ground, move with it where possible, and step off of it where not. But don’t fall in.