It's Gone?

[dreadmouse]

It was a big day today, friends.  First of all, I began a huge lifestep today.  I received a job offer for a position which has nothing to do with my current career.  Seeing as how architectural drafting holds very little interest for me now, that's a great thing.  That said, I still feel somewhat off kilter.  First off, the offer is a verbal one

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[speedquest]

Job is good, losing magic is bad.

Magic is real. Especially Hoodoo magic, which you can hang from your car.

We should talk soon. Long time no see...

[dreadmouse]

I would like that. I still miss ya, bro.

[pyrephox]

*hugs*

I think, in some ways, the weirder parts of science have replaced magic for me. The universe has /so/ many possibilities, and the rules change so much, particularly at the quantum level. The idea that subatomic particles can resonate to each other, even when separated by boundless distances! The possibility of alien life, and how different and new that might be.

Sometimes the magic changes, but it doesn't have to take your sense of wonder away.

[callunav]

Perhaps it's not disappearing so much as transmuting, and you can't find it right now because you don't know what it will look like and you don't know where to look.

[dreadmouse]

Maybe. I don't think so, though. I think I've fallen down the well into adult cynicism. Next thing you know I'll be talking about those "damn kids."

[gamerchick]

Congrats on the job offer!

[luna_the_cat]

Out from this hold
Of coffee and children’s dirty clothes
And the unexpected friend dropped by;
Out from yellow-papered walls of home and hopes
The blue-glazed flowerpot smeared with dust
Which holds the phone bill and the credit card;
Out from the other job applied for
And worries if the car will last
And plans that must be compromised
To fit the youngest’s schedule;
Out,
From where this fortress of the daytime holds my heart--

Out,
Over the roof and leaping and away,
A sudden shift of gravity unroots
And rises scandent to some silver place
I can no longer touch
(But catch in glimpses, now and then,
And feel the distance of, like pain);
Some part of me that I had thought asleep
Instead, escaped.

I cried to it: take me, take me--
But I do not speak that language any more.

For what it's worth, there ARE things in the world that will wake you up again. Weirdly, I found my magic again with some goldfish.