WE ARE MAGICAL BEINGS

WE ARE MAGICAL BEINGS A value of some magic is its ability to confound . The danger of magic is its ability to confound . Confoundment is cognitive befuddlement; is akin to the confusing of tongues at the Tower of Babel; is a scrambling of conceptions by deception of sensory perceptions. That is one kind of magic. There are more. You and I are magical beings. Nothing else like us is existing under the sun. Nothing like any form of life on earth is existing anywhere else in space. Difficult to conceive given the vastness of infinity and eternity, it is, surely, but that reinforces our magic.