Everything remains unsettled forever, depend on it.

The world is but a perpetual see-saw.

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.

"One never quite stops believing, some doubt remains forever".

Until the last sentence of writing it is always uncertainty

If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.

What happens to you here is forever.

All things are in motion, all is in process, nothing abides, nothing will ever change in this eternal moment.

Ceaseless change is an unreliable basis for lasting fulfillment.

There’s always doubt. There’s nothing you can get hold of.

Everything is drawn inexorably toward the future.

Nothing ends without breaking, because everything is endless.

Uncertainty, doubt, perpetual wrestling with the mystery of our final destiny, mental despair, and the lack of any solid and stable foundation, may be the basis of an ethic.

We're forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can't be understood.