The complete collapse of your identity is a psychic crisis without equal.
When your cage of illusion disintegrates and you are thrown into the void, there is no direction but down.
You grasp – desperately – for something to hold you. But each and every trusted point will fail you.
And you fall.
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“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.”
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