If I take off my glasses, hold my breath, squint my eyes, and scrunch my brain just so, magic happens. That red six of spades first morphs into hearts, then changes colors, then reverses itself, before finally settling into an actuality of a red six of spades.

Along the way, I insist, "something is wrong with it! It's not me! It can't be me! My thinking is solid. I know what I know."

I do not want to acknowledge my ignorance. I see things the way I've always seen them; even when I don't. Square pegs do fit into round holes---Every Day. The Sun does revolve around the Earth! I am the most important person in the World! "They" really are inferior to Us! And there is no way that red six of spades is actually a red six of spades!

...Damn it.

But then I see it. And I shine a kinder light of innocence upon my ignorance. I have learned. I have grown. I can admit to my confusion. I can explain my confusion. And I can promise to be more attentive and more diligent in the future.

And then they go and slip in a black four of hearts.

...Damn it.