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THe Magician
OK guys, I originally posted this in the Ellusionist forum, and as they're magicians they'll probably appreciate it more. However, I thought I'd post it here also as the last line can be held in your heart for all things.
THE MAGICIAN
We are the magicians - a race amongst ourselves
But of black and white, who live on lies and deceit and
That's why people love us...because they love to be lied too
Love to be deceived. And the more we deceive the more they love us
And the more we crave to be loved.
And the more we crave this power
So we talk for hours to each other about our problems
And the same routines. And we practise with written words
Which is wrong
But we need more power, so we buy more ammunition
Again and Again
The same tricks for the same magicians,
The same repetoirs. Clones. Of ourselves.
And only when we can pay no more do we sit and think.
Stop and sit and think about our OWN magic.
With nothing but a pack of cards - then we find we are our own
Creator and inventor, teacher, performer.
We are unique only when we have nothing but ourselves:
Only at our basic are we the most advanced;
Only at our poorest are we the richest magician.
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Make sure the steps you tread are left as footprints when you die.
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