I think it’s time for that talk, kids. Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Harvey, the Bogey Man, Ghosts, Demons, Angels, the Devil, they ain’t real. Figments of our imagination. Magic, on the other hand, is very much real. Just not the way that you think.
Magic, the arcane, the occult, that is everything you can use to create an effect with hidden machinations. It requires specials skills to work magic, and years of training. Getting your computer to say “Hello, World” is a traditional first step on the way to become a computer programmer, and the magic that can be wrought with computers is, well, beyond words. It is a magic I have dabbled in. A magic that truly fascinates me is the art of evoking emotions and motivations in people using music. In complexity, it is easily as artful as programming computers, and the possibilities seem infinite, while the rules are surprisingly compact and elegant. Most people are receptive to at least one genre of music.
While I am a gifted singer, I am nowhere near being a Mystical Musical Magician; maybe a sorcerer’s junior apprentice. If I could ever be that Master of Music, I would create a music that could silence the guns and stop grenades from exploding, cause tank engines to malfunction. It would be a music that would soothe hate, a music that would mollify anger, quell aggression, comfort fear. It would make grown men cry all around the globe, simultaneously with sadness and happiness, and even the most detached military leader’s and the coldest psychopath’s eyes would glisten.
That is the kind of Magic I believe in. If there were more believers, we wouldn’t need to make up nice places to go to after death.