Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.—Roald Dahl
Magic is much different than I once thought
it. Not an all-but-impossible
thing, rare and hardly ever seen, but things themselves—a realization and
appreciation of things in the world we inhabit, the world that inhabits us, magical
as any childhood wizardry.
Just one example, from Edward Abbey’s Desert Solitaire:
“The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the
sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if
all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of
juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical
catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing
strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.”
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