Sometimes, like today when I look at the blank white sky, I see tiny radical movements, like the vibrating strings of string theory -- particles of floating, disembodied ether, what I imagine real sorcery would look like.
I know that this is because of a problem with my eyes, as hearing high ringing is the death of that tone for ears, and I worry that if I can see magic, I soon won't be able to see anything at all.
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