Slight Of Hand, Wag Of Finger pt1

"But why regret an eternal sun, if we are
engaged in discovering the divine light ?"

In the end everything is about belief. Science itself is contingent upon searching until the search is exhausted, yet it is we who become exhausted. Science is what we use to destroy mysticism; the fragility of wonder crumbles underneath the tonnage of explanation.

The difference between the mystery of the conjurer and the malice of the con artist is the indiscernible membrane of our own longing. There is an incomparable beauty in the construction of illusions. Magicians practices years, laboring to perfect the art of misdirection. This manner of misdirection entrances us, but many times while entranced we are lightened of our possessions, if not led to our demise.

"I believed I’d gained supernatural powers. Ah well!
I must bury my imagination and my memories!
Sweet glory as an artist and story-teller swept away!
I! I who called myself magus or angel,
exempt from all morality,
I’m returned to the soil, with a task to pursue,
and wrinkled reality to embrace!"

This Magus, or the plural Magi, are considered wise men, the kings of the Orient, pursuers of the young Christ. Magicians trekking to witness the great magician himself, the ghost-in-the-machine. How wise is it to begin to believe in one's own prestidigitation? Can the Magus be both wise, and susceptible to magic as well?
Living, which is strictly confined to the present, we forget the past we lived within the myths we have made to uphold that present.
To what danger do we apply ourselves to when we threaten to unmask the great confabulatoris nocturni.

"...and has given the appearance of solidity to pure wind."
With enchanting tongue, one can create such mystifying phantoms swirling around the heads of the entranced; entranced but not calumniatory. Follow the pointing finger that guides our eyes towards mysterious brilliance.This same finger also misdirects to a hoodwinking of sorts. In the past we were bamboozled by Mr.Whiskey, hoodwinked by Mr.Hutchins, and baffled by Mr.Barnum. These men were half showman, half crook and all con-man. But the audience is to blame for this swindle. The con-man's power is entirely dependent upon what the audience permits them to get away with. The viewer is taken by their own desires.

"At long last, sir......." the failure of your tricks and illusions can not be delayed through your act of exposing or outing others. There is no honor in that form trickery."Testifying" to such things as the repertoire of another magician is tantamount to the greatest of betrayals. Exposing another to save oneself from criticism is deception for the purpose of malice, soon everyone will see that there are no names upon the list, the king has no clothes.

The mere wagging of a finger certainly does not make one a "Little Tree," the reality- the accumulation of empirical data- belies this. The numbers and testimonies gathered into the dossier(e.g.7.8.78/3) forbids the ability to profit through deception using such schemes. Some day, some day soon Mr. Ponzi, the chickens will come home to roost.
The seeds that one sows are their own. Revenge is pointless, it benefits us none to destroy another in retribution.

The cost of our science is the loss of our sense of wonder.

If you want to view paradise,
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it.

...to be continued