There is a part of me that has not grown up. Evidenced, I think, by my personal love of Halloween. To me it is the perfect holiday. In some ways, better than Christmas, Halloween carries with it a musty sense of ancient times. It makes me think about all the various ways we have tried to control our epileptic expressions: first by magic, then by prayer, then by drugs and potients, and surgery, and today with biometric devices.
October 21, 2009
Happy Halloween! to all of you.