Sometimes, it feels like magic is the most awesome thing that can ever be! I do not speak of the "magic" which humans would generally associate with the word...Here, I speak of the magic which we are used to in our day to day life. The definition of magic is highly relative...and here's what I think of it...
We ourselves are magical creatures, more magical than unicorns and satyrs, or maybe just the same...coz' if we go into the superficial details, most creatures are made of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen and oxygen...which I believe are the magical ingredients. The universe can be the great cauldron to stir the magical potions...I wonder who's the wizard then? Is it the cauldron itself?...or something beyond or inside the cauldron? Assuming that magical 'someone' to be the 'creator', why does it (not sure of the gender) create stuff which aim at seeking the creator itself? Why does this creator create magic to decode and sense its own magic?...Does it need an audience?...or is it just experimenting?
Also, sometimes I wonder who created the creator?...and who created the creator who created the creator? How can something exist from nothing? Why are we existing at all? Are we an experiment gone wrong? Then in that case, the magician must be the greatest magician ever, coz' even the wrong seems so right! Maybe this 'creation' thing is like those infinite images in two consecutive mirrors. The image of the ultimate creator is so small and so hard to perceive, but the creator stands right in between the two mirrors...which is the sole reason for the existence of the image.
If we humans print some form of micro life from a 3D printer (if possible at all...actually its almost at the verge of becoming possible in the near future!) and leave that life in a distant habitable planet, evolution can kick in and give those creatures the power to think and decode the magic that's around them. Then they'll ask the same questions perhaps..."who created us?", "who created the creator who created us?", "why are we here at all?". If the 'humans' are fortunate enough to survive for so long, perhaps they'll (we'll) send satellites and spying devices just to monitor the 'experiment'. Then those creatures may notice one or two unidentified flying objects (UFOs) and think of us as aliens or whatever word they use to describe what we call 'aliens'. Then their search for other life forms and the creator will begin....and then one fine day, they may also decide to plant life somewhere else...and so on and so forth. Creation will continue as long as the magical ingredients keep themselves from getting exhausted.
However, the obvious question is- What happens next? After every life-forming and magic-forming ingredient is exhausted? Is our cauldron, our very own universe, discarded?...to be replaced by a new one?...but if the creator is itself inside the cauldron (assumption), will it like to put an end to itself? Maybe in the creator's terms, 'life' and 'death' exchange roles, even though they are mostly same everywhere. It dies or it may want to die to make place for something new.
With the end of everything that's there, everything magical...time will stop too, because time is a by-product of magic. The presence of matter generates time. Without matter, there'll be no time. I believe time does not age us or any form of matter. We get old because we create time, and if we want to stop getting old, we have to stop creating time, which is highly impossible because time will exist as soon as an object comes into existence.
"Time does not wrinkle us,
As age is the mother of time.
Wrinkles are just the scars
One gets after the birth of time."
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