Fear is the brother of hate.
Psi and/or magical powers, if real, are nearly useless.
The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum.
How much intelligence does it take to sneak up on a leaf?
Anything you don't understand is dangerous until you do understand it.
Once every hundred years, the Los Angeles smog rolls away for a single night, leaving the air as clean as interstellar space. That way the gods can see if Los Angeles is still there. If it is, they roll the smog back so they won't have to look at it.