I felt like an animal, and animals donโt know sin, do they?
The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the central dialectic of psychological trauma.
I couldn't speak. It wasn't because I was frightened. I was entranced, frozen in place by a crisp, terrifyingly icy beauty. Her gorgeousness seemed like a taboo, something forbidden to approach or even speak of, never mind touch.
She started thinking about all the euphemisms for death, all the anxious taboos that had always fascinated her. It was too bad you could never have an intelligent discussion on the subject. People were either too young or too old, or else they didn't have time.
That's the funny thing about religion: it doesn't matter what you say, you're going to upset someone.
I'm glad I've established this as my zone: 'the taboo breaker.'
Folklore provides a socially sanctioned outlet for the discussion of the forbidden and taboo.
