"Reality is always magic"
Jean Renoir

Yes, there is still magic in the world, if you choose to believe in it. Daily living has a magic and a poetry, easily forgotten in the workaday life. In the rush from here to there, in the frenetic pace life passes by, it is not very hard to forget to stop for few minutes, just simply to look around, just simply to think. There are those in the world who have forgotten that magic exists; they attempt to make everyone else disbelieve with a bitter cynicism and a cutting sarcasm. The comments may be humorous, but at the end of the day, they stop others from attempting to believe, for fear of the reprisal. We are the resistance. (A stolen kiss is of course magic in and of itself). It just takes a certain casual disregard and a certain casual reverence of everything, at the same time. Believing that magic still exists can not necessarily be taught; it is the type of thing that needs to be felt, in the heart and in the soul. The chance to believe presents itself throughout both the day and the night; you just have to choose to recognize it. Magic is the way the sunlight dances between the leaves of a tree. Magic is how a girl can transform herself into a tiger at the thought, for the sheer thrill of it. (Those sort of things can happen). It is looking out on the world from eyes that view only possibilities.

Matthew Patrick, September 1998

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