The wall that we think we build between life and death, between good and evil, dissolves into mist on All Hallows Eve.

And the shadow of death looms large over us reminding us of our earthly mortality and our complicated selves.

We wear the masks that reveal our internal Otherness. We costume ourselves in our fantasies and look our personal monsters in the face.

On All Hallows Eve we see our own all too human un-holy-ness. And we are not afraid.


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