If I were trapped on a desert island and I could choose 10 books to have with me, four of them would be blank. 🙂
I would need to figure out some form of ink tho as the eventual wear and tear of having to use one’s own blood….
As I get older I find myself believing less and less and the things that I know, that I am absolutely certain of, even those I acknowledge the possibility I may be wrong. The universe has constantly proven itself to be stranger than I could possibly expect with very few fixed points.
I’ve  learned to mistrust other people’s certainties as they seem to point to their vulnerabilities..I love questions. The asking always seems more interesting than the answer. Just ask any 3 year old 🙂