The beauty of truth

This blog is about magic. And a blog, unpredictable as emotion turns me into an insomniac on a very normal night.

Trick of cards and illusions have fired a lot of imagination over the centuries. Not by magic but imagination, a fire breather in Kabul got transformed in a Chinese dragon. The transformation took place because people had to come up with strange professions in absence of machines; such as story tellers who would travel during day and drink at nights, and collect tales for patrons.

That time is history and but the magic is still there. It is right there showing itself meekly to anyone who really wishes to see, in there a forest of people. If I wrote a handbook on magic, the neatest way would be to do magic with words... Words spoken truly and which can describe some uncertainties and simplify all complexities. A good light dialog, at least once in a week sounds magical to me. And why I cant do that magic, is probably a question that many believers waste their precious time over?

There is life, life is magic. Going by the definition that it defies rationalizations and yet produces results, there is magic everywhere in this forest. It makes this forest beautiful, which would otherwise become frightening and ever dark. So let that magic happen and make it easier for others to speak true words in not very long sentences, perhaps proactively by speaking out. (of course time is major constraint in today’s world)


Do the real magic now.