I’m not trying to be circular, I’m trying to learn. We’ve all wandered through these realms of academia, and we've all bounced off these pillars of skepticism. We’ve seen 'proofs' destroy 'doubts,' then seen objections rise from the ashes to deconstruct those very same proofs. And all we want is to be loved, and to maybe have one good laugh every day. To eat something sweet. To see something grand. But before our epistemic eyes, hooligans rise from their oppression-pits to sour our sweets and darken our grand thing that we’re trying to view. And they are the ones who get the good laugh. And it is just really unfair. So we retreat to our books. We retreat to our academic caverns. We challenge smaller foes and eat subtler foods. We know we can’t get what we want. We mope, briefly, then we are on our way again. Back on the trail. Back down the path.