A few nights ago I got in bed and spent a long time lying in the dark looking through the windows at the stars. The night sky was so clear, and the stars so bright that night! When I was little, bright stars in the black night sky did the same thing to me as thoughts of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy: they gave me physical thrills, chills that ran from the top of my scalp to my heels, accompanied by nearly audible harp glissandi. I imagined other people out there in the far far places standing in their back yards, looking at their night skies, thinking of the possibility of someone else in the far away mysterious spaces that they watched. Magic!
The other night as I lay in my bed, and watched the fairy lights twinkling way up in the far far dark, I felt, for a second, the same feeling of excited possibility . . . the thought that what I know of life and what I hear from other people about life is not all there is to Life, not all there is at all.
I felt, for just a few quickly passing seconds . . . Magic.