It isn’t that I dislike being wrong. No, I have been wrong so many times I am used to it. It was just that I was so certain that I knew what I was talking about. So certain as a matter of fact, that I let everyone know my opinion. I not only let them know, I was very convincing, and a number of friends followed. And now I can’t even correct the situation. I can’t even talk to them and let them know what I now find to be right. That is the most disconcerting of all.
As I walked across the street that day I really had no way of knowing… none…. So how did I arrive at such certainty this was the street, that is what I would like to know.
Here I sit at a new level of certainty, but do I really know?