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Here's the truth: Home isn't a place. It's not a person. And again, it's not where the heart is, unless perhaps you are a serial killer who keeps trophies.

Lovecraft said that the oldest and strongest type of fear is fear of the unknown. And he was an authority on such matters. But that's not exactly it, is it? We like the unknown. We're hunky dory with the unknown. we are in fact perfectly thrilled with the unknown as long as it remains unknown and we never have to think about it. What we're really afraid of is that the unknown will stand up and demand to be recognized. That it won't get out of the way quickly enough and we'll step in it, all squishy and moist. We're terrified at night in the dark that the rough, slouching unknown will crawl into bed and give us a hot wet kiss on the neck. We're not afraid of the unknown. We're afraid of the unknown becoming known.

I will not be disturbed! Not in the hour of my final triumph!