21 Dec 2004

As we grow up, the little man behind the curtain of the great and powerful Oz comes better in focus. How huge and infallible our parents seemed when we were all of three or so, back when we believed in magic. I look at them now, and how frail they seem as they are getting on in years, and I know them to be just human, as fallible as anyone else. But I know that they did their best. That’s the thing, I think: we see the little man behind the grand visage, and we discover when we talk to him not something quite so awesome, but perhaps something a little richer. Our idea of magic does not necessarily have to vanish with adulthood’s coming, for I myself believe in magic, still — it is just not in the tricks of the magician, but rather in the miracles that happen every day, if we would just care to look and see them. I have had long conversations with the little man behind the curtain, something I could never do with the great and powerful Oz. Imagine: we can show that little man that he had more magic in him than he ever believed, for the grand illusion never could be touched, and so, could never touch us back.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:13 am

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