There is no magic.
There is only mystery.
Magic presumes a mastery of the mysterious, where certain incantations will constrain the outcome. But mystery will not be constrained.
That is good news, when mystery is the very heart of goodness.
I want to release myself to the embrace of mystery. I just don’t know how. So, I keep trying magic. Until I give up my attempts at control, I keep the mystery at bay. Such is my quandary.
I’d pray about it, except that I keep turning prayer into an attempt at magic, an Aladdin’s lamp. Three wishes will be granted for the rubbing.
Just like to me mess up a blessing.
Why won’t I learn? When you bargain with a loving God, you only cheat yourself.