No certainties, no single, unassailable truth.

Only the passionately held, the commonly accepted, the imposed from above (or without), the unseen but strongly sensed, and, of course, the self-evident — that is to say, the insufficiently examined — and finally, the revealed: the secret spoiled or released from its bonds.

Nothing unknown, or unknowable — though it may be unsaid — or unremarked, ignored, denied even fled from: Jonah at Tarshish, on the ship, out at sea, down in the hold, fast asleep, deep in a dream.

The storm raging.