The violent shuddering of masonry and the collapse of the great cathedral had left a thick cloud of dust like a shroud over the city. It settled like particles of mist coating every moving creature, turning everything a sinister gray. Here, the dead had numbered 750,000.
We eyed them from the Adviser, the multi-dimensional-intergalactic space lab, Commander Fauci. His otherwise pristine white lab coat was covered with beagle hair as he emerged from his I-CNN studio. He looked unconcerned. The interview had gone well.
Had we made the right choices? Only time would tell. Meanwhile, we needed to cover our tracks.
No one can argue against the great advances of science and technology in virtually every sphere of modern life. We know more today than we have ever known. But we are more superstitious today than ever. Why?
Superstitions have lasted for millennia across every class, culture, and clan known to man. Did you know that the first cave paintings were probably part of a ceremony for good fortune in hunting?
I know brilliant scientists, researchers, doctors and surgeons working with the latest advances in scientific knowledge in their fields who are more likely to consult an astrologer than not for life-changing decisions or are devoted to the pursuit of what some may term the greatest superstition of all: religion. Why?