I remember once as a teenager thinking what if atoms aren’t real like what if everything is like solid, and just what you see?

A little interrogation of the concept and it fell apart pretty quickly (maybe ten minutes of internal monologue back and forth), but I still remember the moment the initial thought clapped me on the temple, and in that moment it felt profound.

I wonder if that’s what being a credulous fool is like all the time. It was intoxicating.