No Wonder People Believe in Gods
P areidolia Run Amuck Now is this an old bald guy with a fluffy white horseshoe crown of hair, a mustache and a serious expression, or what? I'm watching You . This fellow looms somewhere on the periphery of the Orion Nebula. He wasn't involved in early man's conjuring of heavenly hosts (or guests), because it takes a Hubble class telescope to see it. Then it takes a good case of P areidolia (seeing faces in clouds, snowbanks, rocks*, piles of poop, etc.) I am thusly infected. Would you call me a pareidoliac? [Or might it be apophenia ???] I haven't quite captured how this face looks to me. But, hey, I'm a pareidoliac, not an artist. I'm getting a new portrait artist! * Rock Face