Hallowe'en

Hallowe'en might be evil and dark. Hallowe'en may, in fact, be a celebration of the demonic and satanic and evil underworld. It may, in fact, have as its roots the superstitious fear of the unknown and the subsequent obsequious butt-kissing of Death itself.

It may in fact, somehow, be one of the causes of the not-so-gradual decline of civilization as we know it.

Or.

Or, it might just be a chance to be -- something or someone other than ourselves. It might just be a chance to (pretty harmlessly) thumb our noses at superstition and the unknown; to have fun with (and within) the chaos that is life (and after).

Of course, the kid that shows up dressed as Michael Jackson -- he might be condemned to an eternity of teeth-gnashing. I'm okay with that.