You are certain. You say something and what you say has a tone of absolute finality. “Oh actually this is the way things are.” How can one play with such certainty? Play is responsiveness. So then what is the responsiveness that I can give here? My options are limited. I can agree with you – “Oh yes, that is the way of things, and here is why.” I can build upon your words. We make an idea-house together. You put a plank, I put a plank, you put a plank, I put a plank. We build together. Yes and yes and yes and yes. But this yes-building is rather difficult. Why? Because buried in your words, buried behind your idea is a feeling. This feeling isn’t said, but I can feel it. It’s so very loud for me. And it is this feeling that is so hard to play with. This feeling says, “This must be so!” This feeling says, “Anything otherwise is not acceptable.” The feeling says, “Arg! The world is so fucked up! Ahhhh this is bad! Ahhh badness badness badness badness unto all that is not like this.” But I am too sensitive. I notice the tiny peaks of this feeling slipping through the surface of your words. And to build plank upon plank, to build a house in this fashion together (saying yes and yes and yes) is to build a house whose foundation is built on anger and negation. Certainty has roots in fear. Certainty contains hidden anger and rejection. Certainty is a resistance to play.