Something occurred to me just now. I recall that trip to the Ruby Falls cave in Chattanooga, TN and what I made of it. We took this elevator where you see yourself going underground. I remember it being creepy in a sense that it felt fleshy. For some odd reason, there was something biological or anatomical about it like blood and veins. It was lit with these colored lights and I very much remember the red lights. It added to that factor. As a child, I had scary dreams about being sealed inside of a wall of rock. Something would feel like it was growing on me from inside the earth. I had a sinking feeling quite often as a child.
It is just now coming back to me. That eerie feeling came back to me when we visited this resort that was dinosaur themed. There were a lot of rocks and volcano settings. The lava reminded me of blood. I'm starting to piece together some clues as to how this came about, how it became embedded in me like that. Perhaps the separation between home, civilization, and the natural world had an impact on me at a young age. However, I always found homes with natural stone inside very comforting. It was not necessarily a bad feeling it gave me going to caves. It was just eerie. I'm sure everyone finds the subterranean world a spooky place.
As I stated earlier, there was something about it that made me feel like I was physiologically a part of that. Any kind of movement of the ground can be chilling. I'm not sure whether it reminds people of corpses turning in their grave or that they simply think the ground is dead and therefor should never move. To me, I took on a tremor as a movement underneath the skin or like a spasm. It would charge every cell, mucous membrane, and all that is a part of me.
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