THE MAGIC

Finding the magic in the ordinary. There is something devilishly compelling in that idea. Let's dispell for a moment any sense we can predict the future. We can no more transform a man that harvest cheese on the moon. If you sold me a ticket to the opera, I don't become a musician, singer or actor. Once I sang. I remember.  If you take me a game along the 3rd baseline, with a hotdog in one hand and ballcap attesting to my allegiance, I'll cheer and cheer and cheer. But I'm not a ball player. Once I played it. I remember. When you took me into a library, I read and read, stories about other places, other people, achievement, discoveries and consequences. Ignorance was pushed aside by knowledge. Whether any of this became wisdom, how knowledge is put to use? the jury is out on that. Learning like that taught that there are always people smarter and people not as smart- life is a continuum of unfathomable proportion. Or was that the universe?   I think masonry is not simple. I requires practice to learn the skills of a mason. If a man has talent, he will be able to design beautiful things. But cathedrals still need perfect foundations and quarries still need blocks hewn properly. Masonry won't make a man anything that what he is. It will if he is inclined, influence him to explore inner and outter existence; conscious and subconscious; if he is so inclined.  He may even discover he has capacity greater than he assumes. But to resolve symbolic language, coded tasks to articulate purpose, one must consolidate what is learned.  That requires time. Consolidate is what it is. Unpredictable but soothing.