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Nothing up my sleeves.

When I was a little kid I was fascinated with magic. I wanted it to be real. Like everyone else, I suppose. I remember watching David Copperfield and David Blaine dance around stages and walk down city sidewalks performing incredible magic tricks. I desperately wanted to be a great magician.

So I got a magic trick set when I was twelve years old. It was amazing. I was carrying my magician's tools around and bringing the magic. I had a top hat. I had a magic wand. I did ring tricks. I did card tricks.

I pulled rabbits out of my hat.

Then I stopped. I outgrew the tricks, I guess. Somebody told me that magic was a waste of time. I believed them. My fault.

It's not a waste of time. It's fun. People enjoy magic tricks. So now I do magic again.

It's an escape. An escape from what we have to do. From what we have to believe in. From what we choose to believe in. We want to believe in magic. We want it to be real. We're so entertained by it because to us it means someone is stepping outside of our boundaries. Doing what we think should not be done. And right when the trick finishes we feel like little kids again. Equal parts confusion and elation. Right up until someone starts trying to ruin the mood by explaining everything.

That's okay. They can pretend they don't believe. We all know better.

Comments

shwangshwang said…
magic is the best way to pick up chicks
November 17, 2008 at 1:58 PM
Gabe said…
I did a magic trick for a girl. She was impressed.
November 17, 2008 at 8:09 PM
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