Magic

I think that deep down there is a place inside all of us where our belief in magic lives.  Any time we ask probing questions to inanimate objects and even pause to check the answer that floats in blue bubbles or is spelled out by the cards, any time we open a fortune cookie and read the small slip of paper hoping it will give a glimpse of the weeks ahead, when we cross our fingers on both hands and hope, hope, hope, we are accessing that place.  We are doing a little hocus pocus.  We believe in magic.