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Today I am proud to introduce fan fiction author FireKat Archer. Firekat is a fan of Batman and Hetalia (if you don’t know what Hetalia is, picture male/male romantic World War Two satire). Firekat is a pre-published author who writes m/m YA dystopian novels and today is theorizing about the mystery behind magic.
But wait! This post also has a puzzle for you to solve…it is filled with rhetorical devices! See how many different rhetorical devices you can find!
What is magic? Is it wizards and witches casting colorful spells at each other, or dragons hoarding golden treasures? Is it fairies and elves populating the woods, carting off lost teeth? Or is it something else? Something less tangible, but no less real. Something that gets lost in the everyday because that is what it truly is. Ordinary.
Perhaps magic isn’t miracles, it’s the miraculous. It’s the fact that bumblebees can fly, even when physics says it should be near impossible. It is in the water we drink, the air we breathe, the sights we see, the things we touch. It’s the reason why atoms that should blast themselves to bits with opposing forces stay together and bond to make the universe. It’s that first breath of spring and the dying gasp of winter. It is nothing, and yet everything. Everything that will ever be, and some things that are impossible.
Magic isn’t something that you can touch, it’s something to know and feel and live and not something you can analyze. It’s not something you can put into a Petri dish and figure out how it works. It just does.
And the fact that it is unknown how enchantment works impacts its existence not. It putters on, much like gravity. It affects us whether or not we know the equation to solve for it. Magic is as old and mysterious as time itself, ever-enigmatic idea of seconds and minutes and hours, and perhaps it is even older, for what existed before time began? We’ll never know.
But what is magic really doing in this world, a world that sometimes seems too dark and horrid for any magic to exist. No Tinkerbell to help us fly with fairy dust, it would seem. But we do fly. To the moon, to far-away places, and to beyond the stars. Magic ignites that drive to go beyond what is possible and find magic. To create and make our own, tangible magic. That is what it does in this world: magic impels us to do more, be better, to leave behind the destruction, and the destruction behind to leave.
So look for the miraculous, that extraordinary in the ordinary, the proof for all to see, if they have eyes for the seeing, of the sorcery that runs in the veins of the world. Breathe the sharp cold of fall in and watch the leaves fall, and know that you are watching magic at work. Perhaps it is not casting spells or creatures flying, but something better. Something that affects us all, and leaves us with the knowledge that life, indeed, is magical.
What are your thoughts on magic? What is it really? And how many rhetorical devices did you find?