When I was about 7 years old, I remember the first time I saw a magician. It was on TV, he made money appear. Asked my dad, “Why are there still poor people in this world if there are magicians who can make money appear?” I don’t remember getting a straight answer. But it was a nice feeling, it gave me a sense of hope that the world could be changed to a better place by these people.
Possibly.
Add another 5 years to that 7 year old kid, I saw sleight of hand magic live. A card transformed to another card in my own hands. I could not understand why, but I was amazed. It was a good feeling. I went home and spent days and nights imagining the possibilities. I imagined how the card would look like as it changed. I imagined the ink to fade away on one night, and on the other night, I imagined the change to be a rapid one. I was so fascinated. Then I imagined the many possibilities this power would entail. I could change the card to another person’s identification card, I could change the card into my favorite Pokemon card (I loved Pokemon), I could change the card into my favorite X Men card. Imagine the implications. These imagination brought me wonderful moments.
However more often than not, imagination is so much better than reality. In my magic performances, I find it more amazing to change a card mysteriously than visually. It almost feels like once you show it all, once you show them that a card is changed in an instant, you take away the opportunity for them to imagine. Even in real life, I am certain imagination trumps the real thing, more often than not.
So tell me, which sheep is prettier?
Signing off,
Alexander