What is Possible and What Matters

I don’t believe you. It all comes down to this, really.

I just don’t believe you. It doesn’t mean you’re lying. You might actually believe what you’re saying, but you haven’t the slightest ability to ask yourself if maybe you’re wrong. Whether or not you’re right, that’s wrong, and really, the whole of my life has been attempting to reorient, after we’ve found out you’ve been wrong, very wrong, for a very long time. Still, you prattle on.

I just don’t believe you.