Magic doesn't sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the
present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the
ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine --
to become luminously, impossibly so. Every facet of the world is awake,
and you within it. David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology
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