i fear the loss of wonder
I awoke this morning to a small light dancing on the ceiling just above my head. I laid there listening to birds and power saws, watching this peculiarity for a good fifteen minutes. I know there was magic involved.
I also know that the phenomena was the result of sunlight passing through my window and reflecting off the water bottle on my floor. Despite maintaining perfect stillness to my eyes, the daybreak was utterly sensitive to the subtlest of tremors in the water, and so moved took to dancing on my ceiling. When I touched the bottle to induce a greater casting of light, it disappeared completely, and only resumed once it achieved its former stillness. Light waves and refraction, time and space and equations. I know the science behind it.
But that the sunlight shone thru the window in just such a way as to strike the bottle, filled just so, shaped and focused by its contours only to be thrown from hence to alight above my head at the precise time I awoke... well now, to presume that isn't the result of magic would be mere foolishness. Science and magic must be married if we are to have any hope of understanding the world and loving it too.
Excerpted from a letter recently sent... I don't think she'll mind.
I also know that the phenomena was the result of sunlight passing through my window and reflecting off the water bottle on my floor. Despite maintaining perfect stillness to my eyes, the daybreak was utterly sensitive to the subtlest of tremors in the water, and so moved took to dancing on my ceiling. When I touched the bottle to induce a greater casting of light, it disappeared completely, and only resumed once it achieved its former stillness. Light waves and refraction, time and space and equations. I know the science behind it.
But that the sunlight shone thru the window in just such a way as to strike the bottle, filled just so, shaped and focused by its contours only to be thrown from hence to alight above my head at the precise time I awoke... well now, to presume that isn't the result of magic would be mere foolishness. Science and magic must be married if we are to have any hope of understanding the world and loving it too.
Excerpted from a letter recently sent... I don't think she'll mind.