I spoke of painting magic yesterday when I posted that last entry, but today I visualized living as if magic was happening every minute. When I breathed, magic breath was entering my lungs and sparkles of energy and light filling them. Maybe my imagination has been too lacking in the past. I did not see things this magic way. The thought of breathing was flat... like something I read about in my Biology Book. My life has been too much of this flat way... too flat, colorless, too little magic. I will paint magic.