I guess I don’t want to talk about the uncertainty inherent in the life of every human being. I mean, some human beings lead quite certain, predictable lives. People in traditional societies. People in such miserable conditions that they have to work 14 hours a day and sleep the rest. You know, there isn’t much uncertainty around.
I think the uncertainty in the sense in which philosopohers dramatize uncertrainty is a luxury. It’s the kind of thing you can deliberatly induce in yourself for the sheer thrill of it by reading lots of books and being uncertain about which of them to believe.