Since the two species were first established, there has always been a pact between the two. They shall not intervene in each other’s circumstances, provided none ask for the intervention.
Seeking counsel with the nether realm of the death, therefore, is a blatant request for intervention, of all and sundry…and an excellent recipe for some truly scenic apparitions.
Every time I look around at the signs, there is always a strong sense of perversion and mockery on them.
So much so that one is forced to ask, sometimes, whether there is really any need to blaspheme an institutionalized belief system that is already corrupting itself inside out?
What’s the point of blaspheming something like that?
A healthy society is always in need of perversions, of the tastiest, bloodiest, most sanguinary kind. Otherwise, one is likely to end up with an unhealthy, repressive society where perversions are mutated into lynch mobs and public mutilations.
There should always be a few sacrifices, for the health of the many.