I still remember with amusement the born-again Christian who quickly rose from her seat and fled across the room when I pulled out a deck of Tarot cards. She said that her church would not allow her to look at and touch such things. Frankly, she reminded me of Robert Lansing in Horror of Dracula when, at the end of the movie, Dracula seeks to flee from the image of the cross repeatedly thrust in front of him.

Had I chased her across the room and touched her forehead with my deck of Tarot cards, would she have disintegrated into dust?

Maybe I should try that next time. After all, everything is a matter of perspective.