You arrive at enough certainty to be able to make your way, but it is making it in darkness. Don’t expect faith to clear things up for you. It is trust, not certainty.

We have known the heated passion of the cold night
We have sold ourselves to everything we hate
We’re hypocrites and politicians running from a fight
We’ve cheated on a very jealous mate
Oh we of little faith
Oh You stubborn grace
We are the beggars at the foot of God’s door

A little bit of everything we see/hear/taste/love in life from a 26-year-old dork from New York.