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Sprocket Doggingsworth


I write horse words.

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Mar
31st
2019

Help! My Heart is Full of Pony! - A Spark · 2:26am Mar 31st, 2019

I believe in magic. Actual literal magic.

I believe that magic is to be found anywhere that there is laughter, because really, think about it! What is laughter anyway?

In Cutie Map, de-cutified Pinkie Pie describes it as a bodily response to delight. While its biological purpose and physiological function can certainly be explained, something about laughter transcends mere biology. It's greater than the sum of its parts.

I think that magic can also be found whenever vibrations move around the air in such a way that compels a person to: weep for joy or for sorrow; to start revolutions; to have a profound epiphany about the nature of themselves; to leap up in the air dance.

Music, after all, is nothing but vibrating air. However, while there are entire fields of musicology, and neurology, and psychiatry dedicated to studying the nature of the emotional responses created by these vibrations in the air, (as well there should be), the phenomenon is still experiential - impossible to quantify using scientific methods alone.

What I'm getting at is this: often times, we tend to euphemistically define the word "magic" as "that which cannot be proven," or "that which is demonstrably not true." These are self-defeating definitions. The ability to explain a thing scientifically does not make it any less magical.

Friendship is magic. Real magic. Actual magic. As is anything else that amounts to something greater than the sum of its parts. Magic is everywhere.

The bonds we form with one another can be deconstructed, and quantified - aptly explained by evolutionary necessity and biological impulse. However, it is also something more. This aspect of friendship can not be quantified. It can only be explained poetically through storytelling; through music; through art.

...And, of course, through ponies.

Magic is a spark.

-Sprocket


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Comments ( 2 )

I quite agree with you that magic is a force and presence everywhere in our lives. And of course: ponies!

I do feel that magic , very often in fact. And your correct: Magic is Friendship!

...Hm. Yeah, now that you mention it, friendship probably could be counted as real magic. :)
Though I might be thinking of a slightly different definition than you; I'm not sure.

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