THE SECRET TO MAGIC.

A TREATISE. AND TRIBUTE.

I’M GOING TO TELL YOU THE SECRET TO MAGIC.

BUT YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LIKE IT.

MAGIC EXISTS.

WHETHER OR NOT YOU BELIEVE IT EXISTS.

IT DOESN’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK.

MAGIC WILL GO ON WITHOUT YOU.

IN FACT, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BELIEVE

IN ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR TO PRACTICE MAGIC.

MAGIC IS NOT A BELIEF. IT IS A PRACTICE.

THAT’S WHY THEY CALL IT “PRACTICE MAGIC”.

IT IS A MODUS OPERANDI.

A PERSPECTIVE.

MAGIC IS NOT A PARTICULAR WAVE LENGTH OR FREQUENCY.

BUT IT DOES DANCE THE BANDALOOP WITH SINE WAVES.

AND HEXAGONS

AND DIAMONDS

AND SPIRALS

AND TETRAHEDRONS.

IT SMOKES FRACTALS.

IT GIVES TED TALKS IN IN YOUR CEREBRAL CORTEX.

IT POSSESSESES PAN TO MAKE LOVE TO NYMPHS. 

IT HANGS OUT WITH EINSTEIN. ITS FAVORITE PUPIL

IT LOVES BLACKBERRY PIE.

IT SETS ITS WATCH TO THE MOON

BUT DOESN’T ALWAYS CHECK THE TIME.

IT RELISHES IN POETRY.

BUT HERE’S WHERE IT GETS REALLY WEIRD.

WE KNOW NOW THAT,

AT THE SMALLEST TO IMAGINE SCALE,

SIMPLY OBSERVING A PARTICLE

CAUSES IT TO INSTANTAENEOUSLY

CHANGE LOCATION IN TIME SPACE.

ABRA-FUCKING-CADABARA.

BUT.

WHEN WE PRACTICE MAGIC,

WE ARE NOT JUST TRYING TO TELEPORT ONE PARTICLE,

BUT MANY.

IN A SPECIFIC NEW PLACE TO MATCH OUR INTENTIONS.

THAT SHIT TAKES TIME.

WHAT MORE DO YOU PEOPLE WANT?