How in the interlocking of gears, one turns another: that is magic. How gravity pulls a thing that is dropped, without fail: that is magic. I spot the teacup on the table: just that is twice magic, if not more. There are things that are magic within magic within magic. Whenever you google something, those are magics in force, eldritch incantations being spoken by machine, machines which are levels upon levels of magic themselves in operation. And we do not notice the miracle of the simplest forms of working. How does anything at all work, at all? That is the magic. The cause and the effect, the most trivial of physics: we should not assume that these are guaranteed, for free. And if we see that, the wonder of the barest of function, we gain one glimmer of what it must be, what Einstein wanted: to know the mind of God.

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