The thing with beliefs is they're faith-based... you can never know for sure if they're real, no matter how deeply you believe them. And then sometimes, you can look at yourself and raise a brow, and wonder if you're just a modern-day Don Quijote, tilting at windmills and deluding yourself more deeply each day. That maybe you're just trying to find a reason, an explanation, and you cling to it because you can't make yourself let go. You don't want to. Because in spite of your occasional doubts, you honestly do believe it. Even if it's crazy. Even if you'll never get anyone to believe you. 'Cause it really shouldn't matter if they do, as long as you know it's right. But how can you know...? Ehh... vicious circle. Pff.