OVER TIME WE YEARN FOR MAGIC

Before we unleashed our theologians and bureaucrats on the world, we had poetic, remarkably imaginative explanations.  The world was alive with mystique. Fairies and dwarfs reinforced the wisdom of mother and father. And then we were taught reason.  Science gave us consistency and answers for unimaginable propositions.  Beyond the world of rationalization and reason are those places of altered states of thinking. Beyond reason within powerful worlds of politics, wealth and religion the birth of a fraternal order was created.  In that moment, we began to accept possibility- a brotherhood of mankind, governed by reason, stronger, safer together; anecdote for selfishness of men who never quite live up to the nobility of their charge.  No longer living under threat but free to choose. In Upper Canada, we didn't have wizards and philosophers in our forests. We didn't connect experience with a philosophers stone. Our booklets explained impersonally a bond of fraternity without that context.  And even today, we are found out where imagination is  needed, we have whitewashed those walls, as if eccentricity didn't exist.  A life made sterile is hardly the inspiration of stories from the highlands, the mists over the heath and the darkness behind ancient city doors.  Working with what was at hand, applying scientific management failed to overwhelm the human condition. Fast forward even today we find ourselves about to unlock a large portmandeau, unsure what secrets will be revealed, but receptive to the possiblity of a magic. That magic is one in which we live in harmony, secretly carrying out a plan to influence by example the harsh world, revealing one of comfort and familiarity. The drive for discovery of meaning  is what a mason gives of himself, searching for selflessly in selfish times.