I think once in a while we need to be reminded of the great magicians around us. The ones that make us feel dwarfed by their presence. Those who keep the art in an eternal process of improvement.
Case in point Dr. Gertes:
I want you to marvel at all the little things that you won't pick up right away. The long rubbing of the wand and the hands to prove the objects are the way they are. The poetic insinuating overtones of sexual anticipation, cleverly disguised by the symbol of light going into a blossom of a rose that came out of nowhere.
This is deep shit man.
The choice of music allures even the most rational guy to bow down to the magic impossibilites of three lit lamps appearing.
This is magic at it's finest. As long as there is such wonderful magic out there, there is no need to mention it on my blog.