We rest in relative safety when we interpret our lives through a lens of fact and predictability.
The scientific among us hold up various forms of “proof” that the world is as we say, and it’s easy enough to be lulled into believing that "facts" are true enough. In our sleepiness though, we lose touch with the existence of things we cannot see with our eyes, or touch with our hands. We deem them nonsense and delusion. And yet… there's magic. It may remain unexpressed and misunderstood, but it does exist; it’s always here.