I see more and more that magic is simply science in a time that doesn’t understand it. This bothers me. When did we disband magic as the whimsy, unpredictable, difficult to control, and beautiful work of art that it should be? When did we done lab coats, throw magic into a sterile white room, and start to write thesis papers on it to make it normal?
There are so many real forces in the world which we understand about as well as a grocer understands nuclear physics. There are always new and exciting things on the horizon, but all we seem to take away from it is, “Tomorrow, we’ll explain that, too.” And we apply this to magic in our fantasy worlds.
This isn’t a long post, it’s not even really angry or a rant. It’s a sorrowful plea. Keep the whimsy in your magic. Keep the joy and happiness. Keep the unpredictability and imaginative workings. Leave the labcoat at home and create imperfect walls of glass, brick, rock, wood, or some other strange and unclean element. Just keep it fun and unexplained. Keep us marveling at the unknown going forward. It’s all I ask.