Our physical inadequacies punctuated by periodic hunger, the need for shelter and that ultimate fear of death make us cling hopefully to superstition for temporal relief and eventual redemption. So long as life persists with the shadow of death lurking behind, superstitions will abound and even grace the lives of men as their only friend. Impermanence and the intransigent clinging to life will ever ensure that superstition lives on so long man himself lives on in his temporal perishable robe.
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