The Last Unicorn

Just a quote that I love:

"Wonder and love and great sorrow shook Schmendrick the Magician then, and came together inside him, and filled him, filled him until he felt himself brimming and flowing with something that was none of these. He did not believe it, but it came to him anyway, as it had touched him twice before and left him more barren than he had been. This time, there was too much of it for him to hold: it spilled through his skin, sprang from his fingers and toes, welled up equally in his eyes and his hair and the hollow of his shoulders. There was too much to hold, too much ever to use; and still he found himself weeping with the pain of his impossible greed. He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full."

I think this is one of the reasons that fantasy has been on an upswing lately. I think that technology is moving faster than our ability to understand it and adapt to it. Fantasy allows us to describe life in a way that is more archaic, but sometimes feels more real. This experience of magic is the reason I write about magic, as well.