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The Shadow of a Doubt

He meandered the alleyways of being uncertain of the origins of his conceptions, unclear about the emergence of his thought. Along the way, he happened on Erebus, deepening shadows of skepticism, darkening the lines of incredulity. He regarded this as quite strange. What possible value could there be to acuminate agnosticism? What purpose could cultivating qualms serve? Erebus stopped and studied him, smiling as though he read his mind! “Without doubt, you would never know when you were certain,” he said. “Without skepticism, you would never find faith.”

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