Zombies

Interesting article in Psychology Today about zombies and why they fall in the uncanny valley realm (though he doesn't use that term).
Pattern Recognition. That guy is staggering, so perhaps he is drunk. But wait! That kid is also staggering, and kids don't get drunk. And that woman is staggering; when was the last time I saw three staggerers at the same time?  Things are not fitting into my usual patterns. I do not recognize this pattern, and I am therefore forced to switch off automatic and to perilously fly manually. Most of the time we're flying by instrument, but not now. Now, we need to look around.
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And fear sprouts from the depths of your brain, your primitive cortex freaking the hell out and your frontal cortex madly searching the hippocampus for anything even remotely familiar. 
And this is where you experience horror.

Horror is the initially familiar becoming increasingly unfamiliar.  And the easier it is to question what you're seeing, the less familiar it is by definition, and the more familiar it was at first.
You can read the whole thing here.

Ursula, on time


… we think that time ‘passes,’ flows past us, but what if it is we who move forward, from past to future, always discovering the new? It would be a little like reading a book, you see.  The book is all there, all at once, between its covers.  But if you want to read the story and understand it, you must begin with the fist page, and go forward, always in order. So the universe would be a very great book, and we would be very small readers …

 It is only in consciousness, it seems, that we experience time at all. A little baby has no time; he can’t distance himself from the past and understand how it relates to the present, or plan how his present might relate to his future.  He does not know time passes; he does not understand death. The unconscious mind of the adult is like that still. In a dream there is no time, and succession is all changed about, and cause and effect are all mixed together. In myth and legend there is no time…

-Ursula K Le Guin, from "The Dispossessed"