magic of return

Magic, we witness.
Yet, real magic executes itself when the illusion ruptures, smearing a glorious lesson.

Darkness, we encounter.
Yet, light resonates in the pulp of one's mushy heart, illuminated by itself.

Isolation, we worry.
Yet, an undiscovered dimension lies within the delusion of our existence, on a planet so gentle.

Seeking, we aquire.
Yet, at the places unfindable, shattering egos inflamed.

Lo, the magic of return!