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One day I walked into the shops of the glass-blowers
And asked: O makers of the cup, have you perhaps a glass
Shaped like a heart?
They laughed and said: You wander in vain.
O Mir, each cup you see, round or oval, every glass
Was once a heart that we melted on the fire and blew
Into a cup.
That’s all you see here, there is no glass.
~ Mir Sanjay
Red Earth and Pouring Rain
~ Vikram ChandraMagic is real and Love is the driving force of the universe. A man pulling a rabbit out of his hat can only be illusion, a fireball coming from his fingertips fantasy. True magic is a mortal man taking the very earth from which he is bound and creating from it. Sometimes that is painting, sometimes cast sculpture, sometimes clay, for me it is glass. And love, well, without love there is no creating or creation at all.
Glass, a substance (for lack of a better word ) that refuses our attempts to define it, to be squeezed into an ill-shaped box of words. That refuses to be pinned to one particular grouping of sounds when it is so much more. That is the beginning of magic. Certainly there is a definition or a thousand definitions. Here is one provided by Merriam-Websters online dictionary-
1: any of various amorphous materials formed from a melt by cooling to rigidity without crystallization: as a: a usually transparent or translucent material consisting typically of a mixture of silicates b: a material (as obsidian) produced by fast cooling of magma.
How does that begin to define that moment when man first saw a true reflection of himself in a polished bit of glass or thought to silver the back of a piece of glass. How does it define the first time man sat at his table and poured wine into an elegant and graceful long-stemmed glass. How does it explain the first time sun reached into our homes as we developed panes of glass. How does it explain the first time a person could see the beautiful world around him again through a pair of concave glasses in sharp clarity after an age of blurred shapes. It can’t.
I have a better definition, and it’s only one word- Magic.
To form glass, you only need one tool- Love
Love and Light,
Jonathan