we should live on embracing the reassuring banality of life yes I know, we long for the magical the ethereal pure platonic relationships perfection the Atlantis or a unicorn we want to live in a world of dreams with no place for the banal the trite the commonplace we want to be engulfed by the magical spell stay in the zone walk on the water fly without wings find the zen the nirvana but how long before the magical will turn banal? the sublime seem usual the unicorns seem real, and lose their mythical charm? for wasn't the banal magical yesterday? wasn't the commonplace mythical the day before? we have lived the dream of science fiction writers of yore hating every waking moment of it if I can devise time travel, I will go and spoil all the fun for H. G. Wells tomorrow is like today, or yesterday and if we can't embrace the reassuring banality of existence if we can't live this moment in all its unremarkable banality it will become yesterday today
