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Bit by bit, day by day, we watch as our wealth continues to disappear. Like the Wicked Witch of the West, it's melting. Yet, even as we fear the future and regret our stupidity and pine for our losses, can't we also simultaneously detect a strange and perverse comfort in the notion that maybe this wrenching course correction we're experiencing is sending us back to a place we're more at ease in—to a place where we may even belong? Being rich was definitely nice while it lasted, but now, with our eyes rudely reopened, we can see that we'd been deluding ourselves, participants and dupes in one mass global hallucination. And now? We're finally back in Kansas. And while the ground may be shaky, it's also familiar: we're on the side of the fence we started out from.

There's no place like home.

Fred Wistow lives in New York City. Contact: fredwistow@aol.com. Letters to the Editor about this article may be e-mailed to letters@psychnetworker.org.

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