We sometimes manipulate our fear into believing in the intangible.
We believe or want to believe, whether for fear of being alone or unsafe, that the deceased loved ones are watching over us.
On the street, however, when we meet people who hear voices and see images that we don’t discern, we tend to feel uneasy and avoid them.
Maybe, those who can see and hear are just too sensitive. Most of us, most of the time, might be too preoccupied and insensible.
Just because we cannot see or hear them, it doesn’t mean they don’t exist. I have things that I’ve never seen but heard that they exist. Memories are as real as we see and hear in our hearts.