Imagine you're walking down the hall, when something catches your eye. A spot of some sort. You wonder if it's a smudge or . . . well, you need a closer look.
You still can't quite figure it out, but it looks like it might be . . .
OH, FOR THE LOVE OF INSECTICIDES! Seriously? Someone stapled an earwig to the wall!
You reel in shock, cover your eyes, and shout commands to your brain: Rewind! Reverse! Erase from memory!
Then you think, if only it were that easy you'd live in a state of constant bliss.
Instead you cry, "NO STAPLING BUGS TO THE WALL!"
Which, of course, doesn't really need to be said.
You think about asking why. You really do. But then you realize it would be an exercise in futility. There is no real answer. You know this.
If there's anything you know in this world, you know this.