Imagination, Faith And Magic (Part Three)

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Part Two Here

When she was in Brussels, she watched a hair pin fly through the air on its own accord.

She hadn't thrown it. Nor had anyone else. The bobby pin just leapt straight off the sink and landed on her cell phone, which was laying on the back of the toilet.

Well? What would you have called it?

She called it magnets. "Magnets", she mumbled and then spit toothpaste into the sink. The only hint of curiosity came when she wondered - in mumbled words again - how it got magnetized.

She watched a hairpin fly through the air in the bright, cloudless, sunny light of day. Too bad it wasn't raining. If it had been raining, and she had already seen the Used Tire Salesmen, she might have called it magic.

What? You don't believe in magic?

You don't believe in magic, but you do believe in magnets?

So you believe in something about electromagnetic fields and poles and the properties of metals all cooked up and served as "magnetism"?

And if I believe in something about moonbeams and sacred stones and golden imps dancing together in the twisted shape of a bobby pin, and cook it all up and call it magic, would you begrudge me? Would you say I'm not being reasonable? Would you call it "just my imagination"?

Magnetism? Just my imagination? I pray thee tell me, what is the difference?

Here is the difference. Magic tells me there is a Magician. Magnetism tells me there is a force. Magic tells me there is a Person. Magnetism tells me there is nihilism.

And so it is in this little corner of the time. The bird builds a nest out of instinct. But in the time that I come from, the bird builds a nest because it took lessons.

Instinct? The bird took lessons? I pray thee tell me, what is the difference?

Here is the difference. If the bird took lessons, then there is a Teacher-of-the-Birds. If the bird follows its instincts, then there is "survival of the fittest". If the bird took lessons, then the universe is open - it is permeable and there is One who comes down among us. If the bird follows its instincts, then the universe is closed - it is impermeable and we are left utterly to our own devices.

And on and on it goes - if the Earth goes around the Sun because of gravity, then we are subject to impersonal forces. But...if the Earth goes around the Sun because they are dancing, then we are free to dance as well and somewhere out there, there must be a Choreographer.

If flowers bloom in the spring so that they may mindlessly reproduce, then giving flowers to your true-love is an insult. But if flowers bloom because there is a Gardener, then flowers are a symbol of your lover's true nature.

Leaves changing colors in the fall, the sunset and the sunrise, light, fire, water - oh my, water! Do you realize that water is made of hydrogen and oxygen? Hydrogen! A highly flammable gas! Oxygen? Highly necessary for flames. So we combine hydrogen and oxygen and...put out fires with it.

And you think you understand water by saying "H2O"?

But alas, I have made my point with many a florid word, and back we must go to our heroine in the coffee shop to see what will transpire.

To be continued...

Imagination, Faith And Magic (Part Three)

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