Early postings on bygone days, my legs buckle before the audience, I feel the urge to share some wisdom - a pin drops, there is silence. Where is the old magic? Lost in tomes from long ago, hidden from the view of the shiny and new. What is magic for? This is a brand new question to consider. Are we just to be tableside jesters, tumbling along, or can we repurpose the art to say something of worth? A coin vanishes, and fails to reappear - why should this be of value to a modern audience?