THE MAGIC LIFE - A Novel Philosophy

by Ace Starry




Until this time I had been holding the magician's hat, but I decided to wear it to free up my hands, and besides, it helped me look the part of a magician. “Hi, there young man. What’s your name?” I asked the little boy.

“I'm not supposed to talk to strangers,” the little boy replied, looking over at the man next to him for approval.

His remark kind of took me by surprise. How unfortunate it is that we live in a world so full of fear. “Well, you don't have to talk to me since I am a stranger. But, I’m going to do some magic, and you can watch. No one ever told you not to watch strangers, did they?” The boy shook his head “no” without saying a word. With that, I dug the piece of rope out of my pocket, outstretched it and tugged it, demonstrating that the rope was real. Then I reached for my trusty scissors and cut the rope in two.

“Now, say the magic word,” I said, seeing that the boy had decided that I was no longer a stranger, but rather a magician.

“Please,” said the little boy.

I had to laugh – after all, it was better than my routine. “Please is a good magic word,” I said, “but the magic word for magicians is 'abracadabra.' Can you say 'abracadabra?'” I asked.

“Abercadaber,” replied the little boy.

“That's right,” I said, “abracadabra.” Then, with a little “presto-digitation,” also known as sleight of hand, I made the two halves of the rope appear to restore to one solid piece.

“Believe it or not, I learned to do that trick when I was about your age,” I said.

The young boy's eyes became as big as the light bulbs that just flickered on inside his head. “How did you do that?” he asked, mouth wide open.

A surprising round of applause came from behind me. I hadn't realized that several other people standing near the food stand were observing me. A couple of older women, their full cups of beer held by their teeth, were just clapping away, some of the beer splashing out as their heads bobbed in time with their flabby arms. I was slightly embarrassed by the attention; but I couldn't resist tipping my, I mean, the magician's hat to take a big bow. It felt wonderful to be the magic man.


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