Reason Enough

Once there were reasons enough for all those stories and tales we wanted to be true. Now, though, we are starting to know, and those stories are no longer answers to the questions we need to ask.

Yet, still here amongst us are those that sit, staring deep into the flames that still will not let go of that comforting hand. Despite everything we have learnt, they prefer to watch the dancing shadows, the illusion thrown on the ground, claiming it is still always true, even though its own hollowness shatters the veneer of its lies.

So long ago, so long ago, and still they gather the shattered shards together, claiming the vessel is still whole. Unwilling to believe their own eyes, they close them and trust to guides, just as lost and scared as they, who are still lost and wandering in the wilderness of superstition.