Uncertain

	Science. 
	The art of knowing.
	In the end, nothing is truly known. What we percieve as knowledge is simply memory of past cause and effect, not even a semi-reliable indicator of future causes or future effects. 

	In the end, we know nothing.

	

	[h1]Prologue[/h1]

	It was a snowy January morning, a new day at the start of a new year, same old shit. 

	One of my snowmobiles had blown a track. My tools had water dripped on them overnight from a leak in my shed, and had frozen together, in one solid Phillips-headed, wrench-tailed mass, ahered to the inside of the toolbox with the tensile strength of God himself. It took three hours to crack it open. When I finally did, I wiped off ice shavings and glassy shards, and noticed that I'd had six AA batteries in there too. All busted. The ice had veins of battery acid, converging in little nebulae of toxic sludge. 

	[i]Fuck this.[/i]