The Persistence of Memory (CWII)

And but one word with one of us? couple it with
something; make it a word and a blow.
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

There seems little point in practicing magic unless you want to do at least a few extraordinary things with this incarnation.
-Peter J Carroll, The Octavo

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.
- Jim Butcher, Turn Coat

The starry-eyed idealists of today have submerged their critical faculties beneath a tidal wave of slop marketed by those old hippies who now sell a user-friendly dilution of their original enlightenment.
-Peter J Caroll, Psybermagick

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar
- Blue Öyster Cult, Astronomy

Offering's a complicated business.
- Jake Stratton-Kent

Another related point is that theological eclecticism to the tune of replacing this structure with pagan deities so it appeals to personal taste does the ritualist no favours as it undermines their ability to leverage a power dynamic that is better understood and has been employed countless times.
- Julio Cesar Ody, Magister Officiorum

Only fluffy bunnies need apply.
- Jake Stratton-Kent

Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a time, now isn’t then.

- Ursula K. le Guin

...the practioners of magic have always been syncretists, experimenting intraculturally and sticking with what worked.
- Michael M. Hughes, Magic for the Resistance
#MagicResistance

Bakery and metallurgy are just different applications of alchemy, and all three are closer together in practice and mystery than most people might expect.
- Sam Block aka polyphanes Digital Ambler

half awake; of you: dreaming --
in your eyes I see that look
call out to me without words;
vision fades, in dreams I see you best.

yet, memory persists

your head rested 'pon my shoulder
a moment, an echo caught in forever
nighted parking lot, hand held in mine
heart just a little faster, head higher
timely embraces, too many to count
the only balm for my soul.

memory persists

I sing of thee my boy wonder
and these memories forever mine.

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