In the past, I’ve made my way by using both the blind energy of unexamined ideals as well as the comfortable inertia of cynical certainty.  Both states wallow in personal comfort.  

What is truly sublime is to recognize that ALL ideals are ultimately unprovable, and to still act with the rock-solid conviction of the unjaded zealot, all the while knowing Nothing.  That’s as uncomfortable—and as powerful—as it gets.