Just for as of this moment. Magic's influence has been waning significantly. In retrospect, I wanted to explore it for it's 'cool' factor. No crime, though, am I right? If a person is not good at golf, but they think it's cool, they learn. If someone is enchanted by martial arts, they learn. Magic? By far, the most difficult for me to learn. I've posted a "Fukitol" post much much earlier, but I guess these feelings have come around again.
This page links to a flash animation from an old animation (1978?) called "Flight of Dragons."I feel like the guy right there. I'm about to renounce all magic. It really hasn't brought me anything lasting. Everything it brought me was even more temporary than mundane pursuits. I've made psyballs, but I only had that ability for a short while. I've spoken languages by invoking past lives, but that ability went too. Minor future prediction, by a few hours in advance (limited in degrees of association from me by a count of one) also went away. And the weirdest thing of all: I don't feel like I care.
Is it cool? Yes. But I have a feeling that if I ever "picked up the wand" again, that even if I managed some telekinesis, it will end up like this:
Me: *moves a straw in circles in a bottle* Cool, huh?
Observer: But... what does that
do for you, exactly?
All in all, yes, I am quite capable of learning magic. But it's difficulty has daunted me time and time again. My life on earth is limited. There are more interesting things out there for me in my tastes, as well as things that may make me happier. For magic to really make any difference to me, I would have to devote to it 24/7... not my idea of cool.
I devote 24/7 to
me instead.