We are social creatures, and we don't want to stand out, so we will give up almost anything just to be accepted and partake of the huge game that is society and master its many levels.

We’re not all that different, my sister and I: while she pretends not to experience things she can’t explain, I keep mine to myself, neatly placed in their appropriate containers, lest they risk contaminating my very rational and scientific mind.

I store them in the area of my mind that has to do with spirituality, the mysterious, which we researchers like to talk about but don't really take seriously.

The same area which houses the intriguing article you read last week at the airport while waiting for the plane to board.

It tested the limits of what a reasonable person is allowed to believe, which was a bit daring for a scientific article, and that was exciting, like a guilty pleasure, but not as consequential as the tangible laws that explain why an aircraft can fly, or the extensive studies you did for your own paper, which you’re about to present upon arrival at your destination.