Funny, sometimes, not always, that you find yourself mostly unchanged by all that flows through you. Here I am, while reconsidering becoming, back to the box. A smaller box even. The one inch square. Considering a 1/2" square. And breaking out of the box has really changed into breaking into the box. September is going away and here i am.

I defined my sense of Magic a while back. To try to take the mystery out of it. Because I use it for something else.
All I can say today, is I like the smallness here, of the winged thing. Adding more space will make it seem even more so. Yes, I like smallness, it brings me closer to appearing and disappearing, to understanding the bigness of it.
Because I struggle with it. Even the natural order in it.