I don’t believe anything, but I have many suspicions
“I found out there’s another debt to pay – for the privilege of being alive. I thought Sophie was my reward for trying to live a good life. Uh uh. There is no payoff – not now.” — Bill Murray as Larry Darrell in The Razor’s Edge
Do you believe in magic? I do. And though I often use words such as paranormal, super or preternatural, and the like, I do not believe in them at all. See, in my worldview, there’s nothing more natural than magic, and really, nothing more normal. If we ascribe to Old Crow’s definition, that magic is the science and art of causing change to occur in conformity with will, then bloody hell, we’re about that all the live long day. We’ve each of us a bit of that old divine spark in us, we are all made of star stuff, and this grand illusion, this delusion of matter, is most often a dream, but sometimes a nightmare because we sometimes forget we are the punchline of a cosmic joke.
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, love under will.” — Aleister Crowley
I believe in magic, not because I am susceptible to some unicursal chicanery, but because I am not now, nor have I ever been afraid to look behind the curtain and face the ghost in the machine. The great deception is that life has some meaning beyond living each and every day to its fullest and loving the people who are an integral part of your life with every fiber of your being.
“Cattle die, kinsmen die, the self must also die; I know one thing which never dies: the reputation of each dead man.” — Gestaþáttr 77
So, you can chase your thankless and empty careers and pad your bank accounts, you can drive your fancy cars and live in your mansions on the hill, but you’ll be no closer to the gods for it.
“So do I write and color the runes” — Ljóðatal, 157
I couldn’t be richer than I am today if I won the lottery tomorrow because I already have everything that matters.
“He was me, yes. But I am not him.” ― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
And I also know a secret older than time itself, but I ain’t tellin’…
“A true initiation never ends.” — Robert Anton Wilson, Masks of the Illuminati