the blessing and curse of science is it'll eventually explain everything, but until it does, we're still stuck w/ at least a little magic in our lives. like i play w/ tarot cards, summon the spirits of dead dragons to do my bidding, attack hell, get possessed by demons, and all that other witchy nonsense. it's entertaining at least, u know? much better than sitting on my a55 in front of the tv wondering what the hell happened.
anyway, i actually scare ppl w/ my thpethial powerth, i can predict a great many things w/ my wiccan toys, and if i'm not around ppl long enough to absorb parts of their personalities, i freak out and promptly have yet another prophetic dream of how i die. it's like i depend on my empathy alone to give me a personality, though it also f*cks me up majorly if i fall in w/ crack addicts or psychopaths. also, my death dreams (i call them 'stupid dreams' b/c they annoy me so) tend to be extremely violent and painful.
about the only explanation science can give us for this is that time bends around a bit once ur conciousness moves to a higher plane of existence and gives u glimpses of a possible future. tarot cards just give ur hands something to play w/ while ur mind floats off to lala land. either that or i'm clinically insane.