I am not sure, I am not even unsure of what I am unsure off. Certainty is grounding, the rain on the roof and the silent birds are also grounding, so why am I unsure? The question is if I ponder uncertainty long enough will I be sure? I am not sure if that’s true either? Can I nail down certainty? I am not  sure weather certainty is where I would like to be. I like my mind with its endless dialog, silence is not an option. Meditating my navel never silenced the voice.