So many strange coincidences happen where I'm chiseling away at a personal idea and then the piece of art I end up taking in at that time unexpectedly seems to execute on the ideas I was working through better than I ever could. I've thought a lot about magic and witches and such, always loving the aesthetics while of course having wishes I could fly a broom around or be free of any disease with a flick of a wand. Growing up I tried to put it away and tried to face reality feeling dwelling in imagination is the wrong thing to do when you could be trying to improve your reality. I tried to convince myself, what would I actually use magic for? For instance, would I really want to go around flying a broom everywhere? Before I got a driver's liscense I had ideas of all the places I wanted to drive to on my own, but when I actually got it I really didn't have the desire to go to many places. So I thought the things I wanted to do could be done without magic... but I still found parts of myself wanting it. What specific things did I actually want out of magic? The excitement? The comfort? The fashion? Or maybe something I was not consciously aware of.

An interpretation of When the Seagulls Cry's magic makes it the base of all magic in human fiction, "Can we just pretend that the world isn't terrible." Magic arises from human desire, 'I can't see a way to fix this, I just wish it could be magically different.' The Magic of the Golden Land is a dreaming, where contradictory things can be true. Different imagined parts of yourself can coexist without being constrained to choice. Being ripped out of it when waking up is a toxin that forces you to face an undesireable existence.

This idea develops from purely as a tool for escapism. When not alone, magic is described as a way to communicate and transfer feelings. The intent behind it, why and how it's being expressed whether from happiness and love or fear and anger. Aesthetic Experience & Artistic Communication are magic. Doing something that can make someone feel something is magic (a transfer of energy, human energy is already mystic). Becoming a witch in this context is being able to see the intent and hearts of other people - why they do what they do, why they are using 'magic' as well as being aware of how you pass on that magic. "It's understanding. Without sadness, without hatred, without love, magic cannot be seen." (lerfpoet)

It allows you to see but what you see is not truth, it is another's perspective (it is not romantic love or eros, it is Understanding) Knowing love was the same as gaining a soul, the same as being reborn into a human. (You do become reborn with a new person! A new you is created!) Making a grey sea blue (through perception) is magic. In different situations the same cake can taste horrible or amazing. Without love it cannot be seen.

You can throw your life away and stay in the golden land where any outcome is possible in dream or you can choose a door and step through and exist in this one fragment of life. But what of the meaningful metaphors of things like Mephistopheles? But what of the fun from things like having a deal with the tooth fairy? Is 'real' life not enough? (Reality is an illusion/representation/appearance/dream/maya anyways...) People wouldn't wish for magic if they didn't feel they lacked something. People may face unpleasantness and accept it (not want it or enjoy it). It may be more useful in the long run to search for the source than treat the symptom even if it's not what we want.

You are only yourselves in context of specific people (when your selfs are created). Who are you alone? Interesting, the dissolving of the self, ecstasy in flow for instance, self-negation, you don't exist. Letting go and letting yourself be carried away by the flow (just like desire which you do not decide) {sidenote: danger of taking flow example as truth and avoiding the ambiguity of life}

The worth is in the thing itself, not an extra worth as a result of doing it - though I do like something that stirs your imagination that you take with you. - dance drink and be merry. We are so human, we can't stop or control the dreaming, we can just try to remember why.