Magic comes not from building forts and tunnels to feel safe. Magic comes from applying our creativity with real world objects and artistic and literary means

Magic comes not from building forts and tunnels to feel safe. Magic comes from applying our creativity with real world objects and artistic and literary means to enrich the lives of ourselves and others, our equals, and of course, that little child who is mystified by everyday things. We can be mystified by the cosmos, by little miracles we work every day helping others, and seeing everything unfold from some great mystic/scientific laws. Joseph Conrad put it beautifully: To arrest, for the space of a breath, the hands busy about the work of the earth, and compel men entranced by the sight of distant goals to glance for a moment at the surrounding vision of form and colour, of sunshine and shadows; to make them pause for a look, for a sigh, for a smile — such is the aim, difficult and evanescent, and reserved only for a very few to achieve. But sometimes, by the deserving and the fortunate, even that task is accomplished. And when it is accomplished — behold! — all the truth of life is there: a moment of vision, a sigh, a smile — and the return to an eternal rest.