An explosion.  

People don't remember anything. How can you still use your senses when your head has crashed?  

Perhaps our beliefs have changed. Little by little everything comes back. We begin to understand why we are where we are. We want to designate a black sheep, one who can launder guilt with innocence. And then, when everything goes quiet, it just starts all over again.

Deafening. Unavoidable. Breathtaking.