You nearly sucked us into that misty, shadowy, shape-shifting universe of multi-valued, probabilistic, dynamically drifting, contingent realities which may or may not be simulated by mental models partly tested for internal consistency and external validity, where one makes a guess, and commits oneself to it, in the hope that by doing so, one will learn--whether painfully or otherwise--whether the guess was correct, at least that much, but more likely learns instead that one has just been lead deeper into shadow and swirling darkness with only one certainty:  The growing suspicion that one is not cut out for this business after all, and that in the hunt for Truth one has been outwitted, and Truth instead has hunted you.  

And having pounced will soon be eating you for lunch.

The Fates are kind.