When young I was lost. I could argue all sides of an issue, but I did not believe in any side. Somehow, I came to believe there is a maker. There seemed to be certainties around this belief. With time all these certainties were tested and did not stand. Every certainty I thought I had did not stand. I was left where I was when I was younger and lost. I wasn't lost in the same way, but I still wasn't sure of anything. I still strongly suspected there is a maker, but nothing else was I sure of.