My family and I were at a Target the other day when my father made a comment about a shopping cart in our way.

He told my mother and me about how these carts will stop moving once they pass a certain part of the premises.  My mother did not know this and was clearly impressed, wondering how they’d be able to do that.

I, on the other hand, did know this; had, in fact, the knowledge of this quality in the back of my brain somewhere; and had wondered about the very same thing for that much longer.

The only thing was that curiosity never pushed me to inquire as to how this is done.  It never compelled me to perform the Herculean task of doing a Google search about the whole thing.

And I’m not even going to start now.

Because this way, as far as I’m concerned,

MAGIC IS REAL!

Whenever I watch a cart come to a sudden stop at the edge of a store’s property, I don’t have any party pooper things like “science” or “education” to keep me from appreciating the wonder and magic there.  While other people are dead inside because of knowledge, I can be a young and ignorant forever!

It doesn’t stop with those mystical carts!  Even TVs retain their mystique with me.

Never bothered to look into how they actually work, so to this day, I still think it’s totally astounding how that magical window material is able to power up its color and shape simulators to form all sorts of amazing compositions.

DVDs too!  I mean, how they are able to conjure up all that stuff from such a small disc is positively puzzling.  You would think they’d use some crazy nonsense like LASERS in there or something.  But now I’m just talking about crazy sci-fi nonsense.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that sometimes knowing nothing about something lets it remain magical.

So this way, as far as I’m concerned, sex is always wondrous!