Fireworks over the lake –
fairytale magic at bargain prices,
illusion underlying reality.
They make skies darker and waters – deeper.
They raise archetypes from the depth, to loom in the dark.
Do they frighten or comfort?
Or both?
You see with your mind,
you hear with your mind,
you feel with your mind.
What is more real – the ephemeral lights or the everlasting fears,
passed from generation to generation in blood and stories?
There is no way to tell,
but there is a choice.
If you are afraid to die, they provide you with an immortal soul,
if you are afraid to live, they provide you with an authority to tell you what to do…
religions evolved to cater to every available kind of fear.
Fear – the most atavistic of our instincts.
Fear of others robs us of our kindness by becoming aggression.
Fear of loss robs us of our freedom by becoming routine.
Fear of death robs us of our dignity by becoming religion.
Fear is why there is nothing more important
than the illusion that monsters do not exist
by the camp-fire in the night.
