Things We Think We Know

If the brain is just an organ, can it sour like a liver? Can it break like a heart, snap like a bone?

We know that bad things can happen to good people.  But we know they probably won't happen to us.  We know some people enjoy the pain of others, but we know none of our friends are like that.  We know sometimes people suffer from violent and obsessive thoughts, but we know we just have a little anxiety.  We know he was looking at us, he was.  We know he thinks we did it, but we know we didn't.  Don't we?

How do we know the things we know?  How do we know we're really...ourselves?  The familiarity of that's me protects us from admitting to the terrible capabilities we have, each one of us.  We know we did it to protect ourselves, our family.  We know it was justified, don't we?  We know we didn't enjoy it, not in the least, not really.  We know that we would never, ever do it again.