When something exceeds your ability to understand how it works, it sort of becomes magical.
When you're a kid, you have this feeling like you're indestructible. Your mortality doesn't even occur to you. But as time goes by, you realize, 'I better cut this out or that out if I want to continue to exist.'
Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

