Or, this was the word I learnt as a child for being me. When I was older, people thought of me as a philosopher. And the pessimists told me I was naive, which is just an effective way to disempower people.
For me, it was reality. And I believed in magic.
I still do.
Now, it’s not about dreaming anymore. I see the power of this specific magic. And it works.
It gives people wings when paralyzed by fear. It brings complete opposites together. It shows openings where doors remain closed.
It creates Life where all is gone.