Magic, no, not The Gathering

This past Monday night, that same "inspirer" friend of mine and I were on our way out the door to go for a walk when suddenly another good friend of ours stopped us.

He said, "You know how sometimes people think and see in colors...? The two of you are the same color. I'm not sure what color it is, but it's the color I think of when I think about your scooter [to me] and the color I think of when I think of the walls in your apartment [to her], and I just wanted to say that I like it when the two of you are together, because you are in fact the same color, and it's just right."

Or something to that effect.

As he walked away as though he had just said hi, we couldn't help but stare and stammer at each other for a few seconds and then just smile.

During the walk that followed we began to really think about what we had just experienced.

I turned to my friend and said, "That's magic." It was very matter-of-fact, and very earnest. You see, friends, I believe in many forms of magic. I believe we can see colors. I believe our brains are capable of innumerable things of which we are not aware.

My favorite example of magic in our world is the following story:

A man is blind for the first forty years of his life. One day, by God, science, or luck, he becomes sighted.

He is in a grocery store. Someone points to an orange and asks, "What is that?"

"I don't know...," he replies. You see, he's never SEEN an orange before...

He goes over to it, and picks it up. Immediately his brain rewires and he knows it's an orange. He doesn't gasp out of realization, he doesn't drop the orange out of shock. He merely says, "Oh, it's an orange."

The same thing could've happened as he tasted or smelled it for the first time. You see, friends, that fifth sense had never been attached to the others.

It's that magical ability of the brain that let's us, in the middle of rush hour traffic, without even closing our eyes see the face of our mother right in front of us. Or gives us the ability to view a panoramic of our Kindergarten classroom (if we can remember it).

The idea of memory is magical to me.

The fact that we can create them without even trying. Hell, we can't try not to do it. It will always be happening. Unless we are blacked out from some outside stimuli, our brains are always recording.

All this stemmed out of "...people can think in color?"

It was a good conversation. One that if you engaged me in, I would become very passionate.