I love those moments when you’re reading a good book and after a while you don’t really even see the words on the page anymore, and its like you’re watching a movie in your head and you turn pages and keep reading without realizing it just watching this movie for hours on end. Vivid imagination, the written word is fully justified in having been considered magic in centuries past. Think about people hundred of years ago seeing black marks on parchment and hearing the words of someone long dead in their head as they read, if that’s not an apt description of what we consider magic i don’t know what is.















