" I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not ." sayeth the poet and I reiterate such a rejoinder with every thing that I utter. Listen, I'm the least superstitious person and often tempt fate by saying, "I hope lightning strikes me" or "I'd sell the soul of my only beloved child to the Devil for..." and laugh it off. But there's a huge difference between a so-called sign and a warning. When lightning strikes it's not a sign. It's a warning that you are being dangerously stupid in tempting Fate. On the other hand when you wear long socks every day for years and then suddenly, on impulse, wear short ones and you get a large raise at work, that's a sign. Maybe not the exact one that you think but it's definitely a sign. I've probably put in a hundred hours cleaning up Ganong Cemetery, supposedly the most haunted place in Michigan (haha), and saw nary an orb. It's the living whom carry ghosts and terrorize each