July 18th, 2011
It’s entirely conceivable that life’s splendor surrounds us all, and always in its complete fullness, accessible but veiled, beneath the surface, invisible, far away. But there it lies, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If we call it by the right word, by the right name, then it comes. This is the essence of magic, which doesn’t create but calls.
Franz Kafka, from his diaries, cited in Roberto Calasso’s K, translated by Geoffrey Brock.
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