
like a scarab beetle hiding in a pile of dung there’s an area of the brain that lurks just beyond conscientiousness
superstition
it lurks in the dark alleys of homosapien’s minds
sometimes surfacing in real time
a crippling fear of the unknown combined with stupidity
superstition is patient
it waits for its prey
like a panther hiding
in the dark fringes of human consciousness
waiting for an opportunity
to challenge reality
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