Magic happens in the spaces between. There is the pledge, when the magician shows you the coin. Then there is the turn, when he puts the coin into his hand and makes it vanish. Then there is the prestige, when he makes the coin appear behind your ear. The 3 essential aspects of a trick. But what no one realizes is that, the magic happens in the spaces between the pledge, the turn and the prestige. It is between showing you the coin, and putting the coin into his hand that he secretly drops it into his other hand. It is between showing the empty hand and pulling the coin from your ear that his other hand reaches forward. It all happens in the spaces between; the rest is just for show. It all happens when you are waiting to see what happens next.
Waiting. So much happens when we are waiting. We dream, we pray, we share... we savor the moment. That beautiful sunset, that wonderful landscape, that warm presence of a friend... that transient moment in time.
We waited that day. We sat down on an outcropping by the beach, in one long line. There was nothing to do so we just sat there, waiting, enjoying the sea breeze, listening to the waves lapping on the rocks, watching the hypnotic back and forth motion of the tides on the sand. Sometimes we talked, but when there was nothing to talk about, we simply sat in silence. We bitched a little (as usual) about wasting our time but the complaints were half-hearted and lacking in substance; more to cover up the awkwardness of relishing time spent together more than anything. We are all guys after all. We have an image to upkeep. But in truth, we all treasured that moment of connection.
It happened a second time. This time a few of us were in a room. No one switched on the lights; I guess we all didn't see the need to. There was nothing to do at all so we talked. Simple chatter. Asked each other questions, got to know more about each other, feel closer to one another. That’s when the rosy details of personal lives start to bloom amidst the wild grass of idle conversation. That’s when masks are removed, layers are peeled off, prejudices are cast aside and pride is let down. And all of a sudden, we discover a different face of the die, and we realize what we have been missing all this while.
Those moments are called the spaces between. They are defined as the times between now and the next thing on the schedule. The times that we wait for something to happen. The times that we have nothing to do. The times that nothing happens.
But actually, everything that matters happens in the spaces between. Magic happens in the spaces between.
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
Magic happens in the spaces between. There is the pledge, when the magician shows you the coin. Then there is the turn, when he puts the coin into his hand and makes it vanish. Then there is the prestige, when he makes the coin appear behind your ear. The 3 essential aspects of a trick. But what no one realizes is that, the magic happens in the spaces between the pledge, the turn and the prestige. It is between showing you the coin, and putting the coin into his hand that he secretly drops it into his other hand. It is between showing the empty hand and pulling the coin from your ear that his other hand reaches forward. It all happens in the spaces between; the rest is just for show. It all happens when you are waiting to see what happens next.
Waiting. So much happens when we are waiting. We dream, we pray, we share... we savor the moment. That beautiful sunset, that wonderful landscape, that warm presence of a friend... that transient moment in time.
We waited that day. We sat down on an outcropping by the beach, in one long line. There was nothing to do so we just sat there, waiting, enjoying the sea breeze, listening to the waves lapping on the rocks, watching the hypnotic back and forth motion of the tides on the sand. Sometimes we talked, but when there was nothing to talk about, we simply sat in silence. We bitched a little (as usual) about wasting our time but the complaints were half-hearted and lacking in substance; more to cover up the awkwardness of relishing time spent together more than anything. We are all guys after all. We have an image to upkeep. But in truth, we all treasured that moment of connection.
It happened a second time. This time a few of us were in a room. No one switched on the lights; I guess we all didn't see the need to. There was nothing to do at all so we talked. Simple chatter. Asked each other questions, got to know more about each other, feel closer to one another. That’s when the rosy details of personal lives start to bloom amidst the wild grass of idle conversation. That’s when masks are removed, layers are peeled off, prejudices are cast aside and pride is let down. And all of a sudden, we discover a different face of the die, and we realize what we have been missing all this while.
Those moments are called the spaces between. They are defined as the times between now and the next thing on the schedule. The times that we wait for something to happen. The times that we have nothing to do. The times that nothing happens.
But actually, everything that matters happens in the spaces between. Magic happens in the spaces between.