I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Only certainty of life is that every one of us crosses River Styx alone
Foolish pride often keeps us from having what we need most in life
You’ve been lied to: Freedom and democracy are different things
‘Please do not adjust your set’
False dichotomy: Your choice isn’t coercive state vs. lawlessness
If voting really changed anything, governments would make it illegal
Achievement or scam? Designer invents perfume you can’t smell