Magic Doesn’t Exist

Well, not anymore anyway. It used to.

Magic doesn’t exist.

Well, not anymore anyway. It used to.

Back when people believed. But people stopped believing when they started asking questions. It wasn’t the questions per se but the dissatisfaction with the answers that killed it. A child will ask “why” for the sake of new knowledge, but an adult holds a “why” to confirm their own knowledge. You see… children, in their innocence, yearn to learn about the unknown, but adults, adults wish to disprove it.

And so I pondered this thought a little more.

Growing up, God felt like a natural part of life. You could even go so far as to say I believed in God, but I was never religious. As I matured, life no longer seemed so magical. Everything had an explanation, and it was always grounded in reality.

The Greeks used mythology to explain the origins of the natural universe. Pandora’s box explained the nature of the ills in the world, Midas’ golden touch gave meaning to the idea that all that glitters is not gold, the abduction of Persephone helped to interpret the reason for seasons and… alas, you get the point. No one prays to Poseidon for safe passage at sea anymore. Once weather patterns were understood, there was no need.