Assumptions are opinions I haven’t admitted to.

They operate without my awareness.

Without my consent.

They do have my full participation.

Assumptions are the default frame I place over the moment.

Invisible after I put it there.

Then I act like I see clearly.

Assumptions don’t ask for validation.

They show up as certainty.

They sound like common sense.

They move like instinct.

They’re unstated opinions.

Unquestioned beliefs.

Unreferenced preferences.

They form without effort.

They dissolve only through attention.

If I want to get closer to clarity,

I have to go hunting.

I’m always standing on a stack of assumptions.

The only question is how tall

and if I have started counting.