Long before the monotheists claimed the siderial yearmarks for themselves, there were feasts to be had. Epic bacchanalia to celebrate the joy of life, the warmth of friends and clan, and tales from long ago. Then came the grim ones, worshipers of the desert God who could create a universe but still couldn’t find the validation It needed to feel whole. Of course, in those days no one knew how to make antibiotics, so the slightest scratch would mean an agonizing death… but at least there weren’t any evangelicals to deal with. Sounds like a good trade to me.
Anyway. Happy Samhain, Halloween, or whatever excuse for a drunken party you require. All that matters is to take joy in life, to harm none, and to learn something new.
And it harm none, do as ye will.