Equivocate your thoughts! After all, we are all thinkers. To live is to interpret—and to interpret is to waver, to hesitate, to dwell in the shimmering fog between certainty and collapse. Let your conclusions be temporary shelters, not fortresses. The world is not a ledger of truths but a tapestry of maybes, stitched together by instinct, bias, and the occasional flash of clarity. Do not seek the solid ground—seek instead the balance required to dance on shifting sand. Certainty is a sedative; ambiguity is a stimulant. Let contradiction be your compass. Only in the tension between two opposing thoughts can we begin to feel the pulse of the real. Speak, then retract. Assert, then question. Equivocate—not out of cowardice, but because the universe itself is recursive, layered, and unwilling to be pinned down. In that sense, to equivocate is to honor the cosmos.