I don't suppose I knew precisely when I knew. Others are certain otherwise. But, aren't they always?
Can you back me up, please, with what you know, what I've shared, what I've let drop, what's passed between and across my lips within your hearing? Can you back me up? Or not? Do you know? I don't for sure...
And that's not because of what has and hasn't passed between us, it's simply because I don't know. I should, but in this, I am one of those others, except in uncertainty, not it's more determined peer. Obverse "peer". Black as to white... except, certainty and or uncertainty by very definition or at least common usage, are quite not black and white, are they? They're either somewhere in between or somewhere well beyond, bounded or outriders so far outriding they have ridden well out.
Do you know who can be sure? Saint or charlatan, perhaps, the one the other, the other one, at any given time or transcending the entire matter of time. Makes it difficult, especially in the skin of either, both, or the same.
Introduces the question of certainty and its obverse peer. Introduces uncertainty and the other always near.
Introduces the hint of escape, the silhouette of abandonment, the frame of remove.
And then whisks it away. As it did yesterday.