Sometimes, I know that something is going to happen. I’m going to accomplish something, there’s no two ways about it, and I’m not going to stop, not going to give up until it’s done. There is no failure, there is no doubt.

And when those moments come, those periods of certainty and dullness, when the world is unexciting, unbrilliant, and all-too-known, I wish it would just come and go. I wish we could finish what we’re doing and move on, because the certainty is so damned dull.