Occasionally someone one slips on a banana peel, so to speak, and winds up in one of these pockets of life where I have put in a lot of time and have a lot of knowledge. What they finds out alarms them and I am the first person they think of because of course, I’ve been talking about whatever the thing is for years. They find out I’m right. They find out I am not crazy. They find out that I don’t exaggerate the shadow out there and you’d think this would be satisfying for me or even perversely satisfying for me but it’s not.
When this happens, what I feel is relief. I am relieved to be slightly less isolated, see? I said there is a pit there and now someone else sees it too, and spends time in it.
The bad part is that I have to tell them that it will get worse. It’s the tip of the iceberg, see? I have to tell them that the thing is disgusting and ugly as well as being something to behold and I’m sorry they slipped on that peel because they’ll never be as idealistic or naive as they were the day before and that’s just the way it is.