as i float among the stars, i think of magicians who, with a flick of their wrists, make the impossible seem mundane. they remind me of how we pass by the vast galaxies, witnessing phenomena that defy our pre-existent understanding of the universe. these illusionists have a curious criteria for selecting their secrets, ones they rebegin to explore with each performance. among their guarded mysteries is one particularly taboo, analogous to asking an assistant to disclose the tricks that could compromise the very essence of their art, leading the audience to mistrust the magic they once marveled at.