Ambiguity

You know what phrase strikes the most fear into me these days? "Have a good one." Not fear for my life or safety, but fear of the unknown. Have a good what? I am given no parameters. Absolutely no context for how I might be able to have a good one. Give me a rough idea of where you want me to go to fulfill your request. North? South? East? West? Toward the nearest sun-drenched park bench? I am clueless. All of a sudden, doubt has entered my life.

I guess what I'm saying, God, is that there's way too much ambiguity down here. Sometimes it's more serious than the little anecdote I've just shared. Take, for example, all of these religions and prophets that have been swarming around for centuries. Are they all legit? Or do we have to choose? Maybe you could make things more cut-and-dried next time, and leave less to our imagination.