Magic

Magic is the sense of power swimming through your own veins. The knowledge that, while you are really very tiny, your brain is really very large. And inside your brain, there are a million billion roads that are constantly being traversed by the energy that spawned stars and worlds, that created dinosaurs and elephants, that built Rome and destroyed the Mayans.

That energy isn't a closed system.

It's constantly being fed from the outside by little droplets of experience, crafted and shaped by knowledge gained and lost. Experience and knowledge that has been purified in the minds of a million billion others, energy that has been consumed and shed by trees and plants, oceans and mountains, ants and apes. A connection of the neurons, if not the mind.

You can choose to consume as much stimulation as you possibly can. And you can acknowledge that what you can possibly do is far greater than many believe. What is possible can be defined by what is wanted, not what is given.

Magic is power, it's true. But it's a power that simply needs to be recognized, that already existed, always existed, and you're swimming in it. It's domination of yourself, it's the deliberate opening and guiding of the paths in your mind.

And when you're lost, when the paths in your mind are occluded by the expectations of others and the refuse of your past, magic is hope in your ability to recreate your future. It's trust in yourself, and belief in your continuing connection to everything that has ever made you happy, made you powerful.