Have you ever been cooking eggs, and one egg somehow manages to roll off the edge of the kitchen counter? At that moment, everything seems to go into slow motion.
You see the egg slip off the edge, and you watch as it seems to descend slowly to the floor. The entire time that it is falling, you observe that the egg is perfectly whole and intact.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you hold out hope that it will stay that way. Perhaps, you tell yourself, it will land on the floor and somehow continue to remain intact, retaining its beautifully perfect and pristine form.
But then, the inevitable happens. The egg breaks, and you are left with a big mess on your floor.
Try to hold in your mind the feeling right after such a moment. That was my exact feeling last night, watching the presidential debate.