It's not that I believe he's a cheat. In fact, I desperately want to believe he isn't a cheat. I want to believe he's a freak of nature, just like everyone who has a vested interest in the sport is asking us to do.
I want to believe that his dominance is a product of what everyone's saying: that he's the first really tall bloke who ever wanted to run the 100m.
I know there are people who will say that my inability to glory in Bolt's superhuman feats is a sad symptom of a mind warped by cynicism.
Those people may be right but to me those who shrieked their delight with unfettered credulity when Bolt crossed the line in Berlin are like battered wives going back to an abusive husband.
Haven't we been burned too many times before to leap back into the arms of the sprint kings quite so soon? Have we not learned anything from the last 20 years? Little more than a year ago, one leading athletics writer was pointing out that the credibility of 100m sprinting was "gossamer thin".
Now, notwithstanding the fact that five Jamaican athletes were caught up in a drugs controversy days before the World Championships, we are supposed to believe we are witnessing a golden age in the event.
I'm not sure. When I heard the commentators on 5Live squealing that what Bolt had done was "absolutely beyond belief", I wondered if they realised what they had just said.