the thrill of deception, a human strategy, aphorism 415

415


There is no soul, and yet we have our words.  There is no magic, and yet we have become magicians.  Perhaps it is the thrill of deception, of taking in, not only the audience, but ourselves as well.  We lift our brows before the sleight of our own hands ... forget our own mirrors, lighting and shadows ... and then one day, we look the girl in the face and hesitate, the saw in our hands, and she, doing her best to mask a fear.

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