cognative dissonance, a chink in the armor, a chisel that splits the block of wood, the removal of the cornerstone. i've been there. i didn't know what it was, as my world crumbled down around me, as i saw more clearly the world in which i lived, when everything i ever believed in, which wasn't much at the time, but the few things i took for granted, the few things that were rock steady in my unstable life, when they were zapped by a wand of transmutation, i collapsed. the world was no more. and i sought to escape. physically. too much mental acrobatics was performed, and another trip on the trapeze of meaning, well, with no safety net is never a good idea. cognative dissonance.