There is that moment of utter aloneness when one realizes the world is not as he believed it to be–that on closer inspection, it is discolored and off-kilter. It is a moment of profound loneliness. A great despair descends, and a sense of futility accompanies it. One struggles to accept that he has been defending a lie. He dissects it endlessly in his mind, struggling to come to a different conclusion, desperate to make it something other than what it is. But the brutal truth remains. One becomes an emotional and intellectual orphan, since the foundation on which he based his conviction has been shattered like shards of glass.
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