Magic
October 26th 2007 15:10
Link: renegadewriting.net
Magic is not real. Science says so, this is of course incorrect.
In an infinite universe anything is possible. But you don’t have to go as far as that to find magic.
Give a little girl a stick with a paper star on the end and, well, magic exists. The cat becomes a frog. It doesn’t matter that the frog resembles a cat, it’s still a frog.
Give a boy a bit of string, a plastic soldier and a handkerchief, not only do you get a paratrooper, you also get two whole armies and the airplane.
Mind you, magic is a bit harder with adults. Or perhaps it’s just that adults just won’t admit that while they are sailing that remote control sail boat that they are really standing on the deck. The salt spray in their face. Man pitted against nature.
Magic exists. It has existed from the dawn of mankind. The memories are imbedded in the genes. This is often call racial memory. Well, that’s the excuse science uses to deny the magic.
Dingos don’t bark.
I was installing solar power modules on the roof of a house in the forest near Trentham in central Victoria. It was early in the morning and so foggy I could hardly see the ground.
The owner of the property had two pure bred Alpine Dingos. Beautiful dogs.
Dingos don’t bark, but, they do howl.
Sitting on the roof, in the fog, surrounded by the phantom forest in the mist, I discovered the magic that drove mans ancestors to draw on the walls of a cave.
The dingos started to howl.
My entire world became that of the hunted, the prey in a primordial forest with nothing but a stick for a weapon. Adrenaline flooded through my body.
Death was near.
Hey, this was real. This was magic.
Adrenaline - noun: A catecholamine secreted by the adrenal medulla in response to stress (trade name Adrenalin); stimulates autonomic nerve action.
That’s what science says.
My body said, your gonna die unless you move very fast.
Blood inside a living human should not be that cold. Every nerve sensitive to the faintest sounds in the surrounding forest, barely discernible in the fog, and the smallest movement of air on the skin.
Death was near, being alive was never so clearly defined as at that moment.
Yes, magic exists. Close your eyes, reach out and touch it.
In an infinite universe anything is possible. But you don’t have to go as far as that to find magic.
Give a little girl a stick with a paper star on the end and, well, magic exists. The cat becomes a frog. It doesn’t matter that the frog resembles a cat, it’s still a frog.
Give a boy a bit of string, a plastic soldier and a handkerchief, not only do you get a paratrooper, you also get two whole armies and the airplane.
Mind you, magic is a bit harder with adults. Or perhaps it’s just that adults just won’t admit that while they are sailing that remote control sail boat that they are really standing on the deck. The salt spray in their face. Man pitted against nature.
Magic exists. It has existed from the dawn of mankind. The memories are imbedded in the genes. This is often call racial memory. Well, that’s the excuse science uses to deny the magic.
Dingos don’t bark.
I was installing solar power modules on the roof of a house in the forest near Trentham in central Victoria. It was early in the morning and so foggy I could hardly see the ground.
The owner of the property had two pure bred Alpine Dingos. Beautiful dogs.
Dingos don’t bark, but, they do howl.
Sitting on the roof, in the fog, surrounded by the phantom forest in the mist, I discovered the magic that drove mans ancestors to draw on the walls of a cave.
The dingos started to howl.
My entire world became that of the hunted, the prey in a primordial forest with nothing but a stick for a weapon. Adrenaline flooded through my body.
Death was near.
Hey, this was real. This was magic.
Adrenaline - noun: A catecholamine secreted by the adrenal medulla in response to stress (trade name Adrenalin); stimulates autonomic nerve action.
That’s what science says.
My body said, your gonna die unless you move very fast.
Blood inside a living human should not be that cold. Every nerve sensitive to the faintest sounds in the surrounding forest, barely discernible in the fog, and the smallest movement of air on the skin.
Death was near, being alive was never so clearly defined as at that moment.
Yes, magic exists. Close your eyes, reach out and touch it.
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