Is there anything that can invoke that inexplicable sense of danger in us? The kind of feeling that pierces through our skin, sending down a throng of chills down our spines and makes us tense up in the presence of an unseen threat. Is there anything left for us to fear any more, where we are too desensitized by watching the latest stories on the cholera epidemics and terrorist attacks on the ten o’clock news reports?
We live in the age where everything can be explained, rationalized, justified by our scientists and doctors. There is no room for the supernatural in the mundane daily tasks we go about doing so routinely.
An ancient woman sitting across from us in a crowded subway car, who watches our every move as we shuffle through papers getting ready for a morning meeting, does not seem a least bit creepy in the daylight. A child with unusually pale skin, sitting on a park bench all by herself does not evoke the image of a menacing orphan, plotting to kill her new family, but rather that of a lonely kid who lost her mother in the city crowds.
We rationalize through our day and go about our merry ways. After all, there are no such things as ghosts and zombies. Yet, when the night comes and we hear that creaking noise in the attic, we instantly perk up and become more alert. We make up excuses to not go upstairs and investigate the strange noise. Maybe, it’s just the wind. Yes, just the wind…
There might yet room be in us for superstitions, after all. We may be convinced that anything and everything can be rationalized but if there are no such things as ghosts and boogeymen, why do we always hesitate to go explore those half-forgotten attics?
We live in the age where everything can be explained, rationalized, justified by our scientists and doctors. There is no room for the supernatural in the mundane daily tasks we go about doing so routinely.
An ancient woman sitting across from us in a crowded subway car, who watches our every move as we shuffle through papers getting ready for a morning meeting, does not seem a least bit creepy in the daylight. A child with unusually pale skin, sitting on a park bench all by herself does not evoke the image of a menacing orphan, plotting to kill her new family, but rather that of a lonely kid who lost her mother in the city crowds.
We rationalize through our day and go about our merry ways. After all, there are no such things as ghosts and zombies. Yet, when the night comes and we hear that creaking noise in the attic, we instantly perk up and become more alert. We make up excuses to not go upstairs and investigate the strange noise. Maybe, it’s just the wind. Yes, just the wind…
There might yet room be in us for superstitions, after all. We may be convinced that anything and everything can be rationalized but if there are no such things as ghosts and boogeymen, why do we always hesitate to go explore those half-forgotten attics?
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