It's great to have responses. And in such constructive manners. I agree with them all in certain ways.
I couldn't have made this conceptualisation in other places, where the level of response would have been greater but consist of a steady stream of posts along the the lines of,
"I believe you are a screaming nut bar, no, I am certain of it".
Yet such a comment would be seen by me as a response in defence of belief as well.
Defence of belief, it is a constant that goes more unnoticed than we might expect. Mostly the small things, which are often collaborated together as foundations to our personal truths.
We can breathe life to ideas and be co-creators, and we can stifle and stomp, and become destroyers.
It is uncertain which we are most proficient at in these times, but one thing is for sure, that the later has been given light via our misplaced beliefs masquerading as certainty.
I believe that rocks are also sand, and that sand falls off rock.
I believe that animals are in harmony with the Earth, and are glued there quite strongly.
But that they can be prised off by humans as destroyers.
I believe that some animals might over run others when the balance of all things is upset.
I believe when the balance is upset then some become like sand and are blown in all directions.
The measurement of this balance is certainly a marvel which at least seems intelligent.
I believe that while humans toil over their troubles, we are merely organising the weighting of this balance and preparing the inevitable.
I believe when the dinosaurs disappeared there were a few survivors which were capable of adapting, maybe because they had smaller appetites.
The eye of a needle.
I am certain that all is not what it seems.
I have certainty that there is an existence for parts of us after physical death, I have witnessed things I believe to be unexplainable in other ways.
I believe the scales attempt balance for humans, by teaching our souls balance by allowing experience.
I believe this is done by making us return to walk in the shoes of others.
I believe this would be logic as to why as sand that appears quite detached from the Earth, we humans are permitted to remain without being blown in all directions.
I am certain that we are constantly told all these things in fantastic prose and mime.
The juxtapositions we encounter, the songs coming into our heads. The great dramas that unfold which carry messages we are often blind to.
Because of belief.
And a waiata. A song that has one definition of being a sign of thanks to the listeners when a speaker held the floor.
The eye of the needle.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMdE1tcKBDg
Ha the previous version had 3 minutes of silence at the end