I still have the sense of the miraculous that I could have woken up in my own bed at a reasonable hour and then had lunch in Denver with my friend Robert on the same day. I am not sure that flying itself has the hubris of Icarus, but not marveling at it and complaining of relatively minor delays and discomfort to be able to shift one’s place in space so quickly, that is a different story.
In another world or time, most of what we take for granted would be thought magic. My sitting here at the computer and sending these words out is its own magic, as was turning on the lights and taking a hot shower in my room.
What will seem magical and wondrous for you today?
