We carry in our worlds that flourish
Our worlds that have failed
-Christopher Okigbo
I'm not sure if there is real magic in the world. I tend to think that there isn't. However, within the realm of fiction there is a kind of magic. An author dreams a world, weaves a story within that world on a paper and there it sits, motionless, lifeless. The reader comes and adds their thoughts, experiences, dreams, and hopes to the text as they read. The lifeless words on paper, sent out into the world without any real idea of how they will reach people or if or why, take on a life within the reader's mind. A dream of magic creates magic of a kind the author could never have imagined. A dream of tragedy becomes a tragedy in the tapestry of the reader's mind. A telepathy occurs that is both communication and something more. It is the spark of new dreams, new worlds, failed worlds, worlds rising from the seas of our minds.
Dreams becoming alive. That is the magic in our lives.
