On Magic Those of you who know me well by reputation or acquaintanceship may wonder by now why I do not speak of magic. I will mention rather quickly in conversation and trust that this is known of me, that magic is good, magic is life and life is magic. But those of you who know me best probably do not wonder. Magic is extremely personal to me, and it has been my experience that sharing my magical thoughts too widely weakens them, and that participation in any sort of a congregation swiftly grows stifling, even literally fatal. So I will not speak on the subject beyond saying that the spark of life is indeed a purely magical force and that the act of truly living must be a purely magical act. And if you think you catch me alluding to this in other work you are right. But if you expect me to come right out and talk about it beyond these few words, you will be dissapointed.

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