The Trouble With Advice Is That It's

All My Life I've Wanted To Be The Kid Who Gets To Cross Over Into The Magical Kingdom.

Like Legend And Myth, Magic Fades When It Is Unused - Hence All The Old Tales Of Elfin Kingdoms Moving Further And Further Away From Our World, Or That Magical Beings Require Our Faith, Our Belief In Their Existence, To Survive. That Is A Lie. All They Require Is Our Recognition.

Under The Skin, Intense Fires Burn.

From The First Time He'd Met Her, He'd Sensed An Air Of Contradiction About Her. She Was Very Much A Woman, But Still Retained A Waiflike Quality. She Could Be Brash, And At Times Deliberately Suggestive, Yet She Was Painfully Shy. She Was Incredibly Easy To Get Along With, Yet She Had Few Friends. She Was A Talented Artist In Her Own Right, But So Self-conscious About Her Work That She Rarely Completed A Piece And Preferred To Work With Other People's Art And Ideas.

Life's An Act Of Magic, Too. Claire Hamill Sings A Line In One Of Her Songs That Really Sums It Up For Me: 'if There's No Magic, There's No Meaning.' Without Magic- Or Call It Wonder, Mystery, Natural Wisdom- Nothing Has Any Depth. It's All Just Surface. You Know: What You See Is What You Get. I Honestly Believe There's More To Everything Than That, Whether It's A Monet Hanging In A Gallery Or Some Old Vagrant Sleeping In An Alley.