Doubting. It's opposite might be knowing. Being sure. Being certain. Being clear.
Am I so sure? Are knowing and being clear the same thing? Or might doubting and being clear more readily coexist?
As I put the paintbrush onto the canvas (in so many ways in life), do I put it down with clarity and knowing? Luckily not. With clarity and doubt? If I'm lucky.
Right at the very tip of the paintbrush, does it know in which direction the paint will go? Only by doing. Only by being. And even then, not. Wonderfully unclear. Yet the paint is. Luminously white, mysteriously black, and then somewhere in-between.
Do we know where the next breath will take us? Right at the very tip of it? That disappearing point, the eye of the needle.