刚看了一段话，描述了一种感情也许在坛里可以找到共鸣：

When gods die, they die hard. It's not like they fade away, or grow old, or fall asleep. They die in fire and pain, and when they come out of you, they leave your guts burned. It hurts more than anything you can talk about. And maybe worst of all is, you're not sure if there will ever be another god to fill their place. Or if you'd ever want another god to fill their place. You don't want fir to go out inside you twice.
--by Gary Schimidt from The Wednesday Wars

这段话是在一个小孩子发现他的棒球明星偶像是个心灵＂丑陋＂的人之后的独白.