#magic philosophy

I think an Orb is more of a function than a form. For the purposes of ponderance – classically the primary function of the Orb – an Orb can serve its purpose regardless of the rotundity of its profile or the luminosity of its core.

In this sense, to ponder the humble coffee cup, the raindrop, or the Depths, would turn these concepts, for the time being, into one's Orb.

Of course, the familiarity, the Platonic ideal of the orbular Orb, gives such an object perhaps more power (in the pondering sense) than, say, a less reified Orb (such as the Depths).

"Everything has a spirit. "

"God is in everything."

"God is in you."

And there is a tendency when we hear those things to go "yeah, yeah that's obvious". Because it feels obvious. It feels obvious in the same way a mountain is obvious- but like, despite mountains being obvious, mountains are still sacred.

A mountain is easy to decipher and recognizable from a distance; but ancient, awe inspiring, and almost incomprehensible in its enormity when you have reached its base.

And so you go into magic.

1) People are interested in magic. Deeply, genuinely interested. I sometimes quote magic as something that "no one thinks is cool until it happens in front of them" but this experience has proved me wrong in the best way, showing they don't need to see it to engage. We don't need to make people care about magic. They already do.

2) People are ready to meet our aims. If our goal is to get magic to be a respected and moving artform, we don't need to shape the public consciousness as much as we think. There are plenty of people ready to catch our passes and treat our magic with the dignity and care we do. We just need to start throwing the ball.

Destiny, like most things, is often propelled by human imagination and words. It is expectation and vision manifested to such a degree, and moving at such a speed, that it seems as though it is the only option and the only logical conclusion; fated, foreshadowed and foretold. So much, that if it is no longer what you want, or never wanted, it seems inescapable like a rip tide.