On Magic

I have an interesting relationship with magic, in that I wholeheartedly believe in it. The basic, raw definition of magic, for me, is something I do not understand-an occurrence I do not know the mechanism behind, an occurrence I attribute to the supernatural. So my pencil writing on paper is less magical than is my brain making the pencil move in my hand. To be aware of everything around you that you don't know the story behind, or whose cause and effect chain-of-events you cannot deduce at face value, is to accept the existence of magic. The unknown is magic and the "science" or "reality" you invoke to explain it, its caster.
Since magicality so often equals wonder, by the base act of learning about the world, are our lives moving from a very magical to a less magical state, and thus, from amazement to disinterest? Maybe. But logic has its own beauty, resolution, its own appeal.