When you think of magic you think of waving a wand, and, if you are Harry Potter savvy, the wand choosing the wizard, and all that.  But most change proceeds at a glacier pace.  That being said, there is magic in getting things rolling, and in keeping the wheels going, and in keeping your foot--especially the one in your head--off the brakes.  There is magic in the insight that we need to keep our limbs moving.  There is magic in the realization that we need to get out of the house everyday.  There is magic in achieving social contact every day. Is this perhaps what Blake meant when he made this wanton augury, so far from pouring over the entrails? To see a world in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an Hour