Magic

But where is magic in this modern world? 

Is there is even place for it?

Does it have a location?

Do we get directions?

And if we do, will it disappear as we get closer?

In science, the answer is No, because everything we stare at long enough becomes more interesting.

But the science of everyday life isn't yet a science at all. It's an art and generally not yet a fine one. It's a young one, a fighting one. It's a crying child and a cruel lesson. It is many battles. It's a war for seven ages.

And along our road, we will look for magic. I don't mean tricks. There is more to magic than tricks that we don't follow. (Though who but the magicmen and tricksters take the opportunity to deliver such magical moments?)

If we accept there is nothing new under the sunset, then shadows of a long evening may be cast on what we have cast out. Witchcraft. Worship of deities. Sugary drinks and miniskirts. And before we know it everything is reborn. Everything can be returned, regenerated, rewrapped and resold.

And even as the magical thinking now panders to long discredited pseudosciences (nutrition theory, homoeopathy, fad diets, anything Gwyneth Paltrow promotes), even as we rebrand the spiritual age with a small 's' and continue our search for the humanity that progress and politics excised…even as this happens, even as all this renews, what has receded … is re-seeded. 

And the magic we were looking for still lies where it always has - in the four-chambered metaphor that is the human heart.