We try to look for even the faintest possibility that we were wronged by someone unintentionally. We believe that everyone is good so we try to find something that fits that jigsaw, some reason that is forcing them to act mean and selfish. It is only when we have exhausted all the possibilities, left no stone unturned, that we finally find peace. It is our standards, our morality, that serks redemption for even the most horrible of creatures. And while this period of diagnosis and discovery is particularly difficult and cruel to our souls, the conclusion and letting go is just as easy and peaceful. Hence the reputation of madness all deep men and women carry. Thinkers are always drowning and always flying.