Magic
“I had an assistant once who believed in fourth dimensional traps. They sprang up unannounced. You’d lay something down, go back to get it and find it missing. Then some time later, maybe even days, you’d find it, often in a totally unexpected place, sometimes in the same place. The thing had slipped into the fourth dimension and returned.” I wrote that in August of 2014.
Yesterday, as I prepared to drive to a friend’s home for dinner, I went looking for my sunglasses. I searched the car where I keep them. I searched the house. I searched the car again. I searched the house again. I finally decided I’d simply lost another pair of sunglasses. Then on a lark, I decided to stop at the BBQ joint where I had dinner the night before. I drove to it. Got out. Discovered the place was closed. I sighed. Watched several folks pitch washers. As I opened the door and prepared to get back into my car, there, at the front edge of the driver’s seat by the center console, I saw the arms of my sunglasses.
I imagined they were so awkwardly placed because the fourth dimension is not a precise thing. And I imagined I had intersected the dimension with my car, and the glasses fell out into that peculiar position. And I knew it wasn’t a question of looking and not seeing, because I had looked and nothing was there. Twice. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with having a little magic in your life to explain the inexplicable, providing of course, you don’t get wrapped up in the magic and start believing it’s real.