I live in the shadow of the Superstition Mountains. That includes the Lost Dutchman. While such monikers may derive from the mid-18th century, in 2026 we must w

I live in the shadow of the Superstition Mountains. That includes the Lost Dutchman. While such monikers may derive from the mid-18th century, in 2026 we must wait for the Sun to rise beyond the visible horizon of the superstitions until our carbon-based bodies, full of mostly water, can perceive its photons and infrared radiation. GK Chesterton eschewed superstition, as the Catholic Church has roundly condemned the same foolish and unfounded beliefs of rank-and-file Catholics. Paul the Apostle thundered against “[Stupid] Galatians! Who has bewitched you? … Are you so foolish?” [Gal 3:1–5] Perhaps the alleged “decline of superstition” during the Enlightenment was, itself, a superstition? A “meta-superstition” that scientism cannot err in its data nor conclusions?