I sell magic beans 'cause I believe in them. It's not something that you keep to yourself. There's just no fun in that. Besides, it helps me to believe in them. See the eyes sparkle for an instant, feel the heart open a little - there's the magic, however fleeting. Alas, if you're like most people (or like Jack's mother) you probably throw them away. There is no place for magic. I sell magic beans because one day when you look at your backyard, you may be able to see a huge beanstalk growing; and if you're lucky enough you could even climb it, steal a glimpse above the clouds. It's hard to believe in magic when no one else believes in it. Yet we all believe in it once upon a time.
Many times I've told myself not to sell magic beans anymore simply because there are no takers. What's the point? Why do I care? There're so many things on sale these days. No matter how many were bought, the shelves keep filling themselves up (almost like magic). Where do all these things go? If that's not enough, we have the 24-hour Valium of the television to lose ourselves in.
"If everything I have become were not machine-made I
might be able to take the risk of being human with you."
~Jeanette Winterson
;)
might be able to take the risk of being human with you."
~Jeanette Winterson
;)
2 comments:
The designs are too good. I love this painting.
I love cats! Nice paintings!
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