I am amazed at magicians and their antics, I admit.
I will also add that doing drugs while watching magic enhances the experience (if ever there was a redundant statement).
Do you remember Doug Henning, the cool young magician dude from the eighties? How about David Copperfield?
I once “accidentally” took a double dose of a very potent hallucinogenic and went to one of Copperfield’s’ shows. His hands were leaving crazy trails like you wouldn’t believe, and his hair was melting into his skin giving him a very simian appearance.
I totally lost it when he started talking.
But I’m not done.
Neither was he.
I had the cocktail waitress bringing me an endless stream of whiskey shots and beer chasers.
And on stage DC makes a PAIR of motorcycles completely disappear into thin air, after they drove up and down the aisles of the enormous ballroom, leaving the crowd in the Las Vegas showroom on our feet, shouting for more.
Magic was a great movie starring Sir Anthony Hopkins.
The scene where his agent, played by Burgess Meredith (the original super-villain Penguin) dares him to refrain from slipping into his alter ego, his ventriloquist dummy, was as tense as any scene in any movie.
Really.
When I watch a talented (even a not-so-talented artist or painter), I get the same level of amazement.
I still make stick men by comparison.
How about Magic Johnson?
I honestly thought he had delivered his final words when he retired due to his AIDS condition.
Now, he has turned into a multi-multi-millionaire as part owner of the recently crowned baseball World Champions, the Los Angeles Dodgers.
Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
Would you live your life differently if you were born knowing the time and date of your last day on earth?
How could you NOT be affected?
All the corny signs and slogan apply; life is truly too short of a time period to: 1) be born, (2) be raised right, (3) find your soulmate, (4) fall in love, (5) enjoy your life and (6) exit with dignity.
Not too much to ask.
So why waste one minute on hate or vitriol?
Do you seriously not have anything else better that you could be doing?
Our species is capable of great things and horrible things.
Yeah, we had civil and human rights issues, but us same dumbasses went to the freakin’ moon.
WE are the only things holding us back.
I keep waiting for the fear and hatred to wane due to the dilution of our predecessors’ steeped in traditions, but that seems to be very much in vain.
Can we be too smart for our own good?
What good is technology that will save the planet from an inevitable erosion if no one can agree on how to use it?
I’m getting back to my novel where women are in charge and war is a comic book concept and not something highly intelligent people would ever entertain.
Stay well.
