The King Just Sits There, Moving One

Gallowglass Returned To Sporrengasse With Two Vampires And A Pretzel.

That Evening, Rowing On The Quiet River As Sunset Turned To Dusk, I Saw An Occasional Smoky Smudge On The Towpath, Always Slightly Ahead Of Me, Like A Dark Star Guiding Me Home.

I Saw The Logic That They Used, And The Death Of A Thousand Cuts As Experimental Scientists Slowly Chipped Away At The Belief That The World Was An Inexplicably Powerful, Magical Place. Ultimately They Failed, Though. The Magic Never Really Went Away. It Waited, Quietly, For People To Return To It When They Found The Science Wanting.

The Most Beautiful Experience We Can Have Is The Mysterious. It Is The Fundamental Emotion That Stands At The Cradle Of True Art And True Science. Whoever Does Not Know It And Can No Longer Wonder, Is As Good As Dead, And His Eyes Are Dimmed (albert Einstein)

It Is A Blessing As Well As A Burden To Love So Much That You Can Hurt So Badly When Love Is Gone.