Let Some Mysteries Remain

My dad is fond of Bigfoot stories, so my sister dropped by Felton's Bigfoot museum on the way to our weekend camping trip and picked up a book of true tales. And those became our campfire tales for this trip.

You see, my family has always believed Bigfoot was real, so we really dig stuff like that.

And of course there have been a number of hoaxes, but in spite of that, there seems to be enough genuine experiences to indicate that there is a very real creature out there.

And as the great forests of the world get pushed back, it would seem that there are fewer places for Bigfoot to hide, and that eventually he will be found.

And I don't think he should be found. For both our sakes.

Bigfoot is such a reclusive creature, it would be death to pull him out into the light.

And if he were found, and his existence proven beyond any doubt, what then? What stories would we tell then?

I think if he were found, something wondrous would be lost and a great mystery would be gone from the world. And that would be a tragedy.

You see, Bigfoot doesn't need us, but I think we need him. We need the Mystery. And therein lies the irony.




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