What is the place of reason in the great world of the
mystic, if there is a place for it at all? Too much reason kills any chance of
something taking on some kind of magical quality, yet believing that the stars
cause all things to happen seems kind of foolhardy. Perhaps it is a mix, not
like the cocktail you are holding, but a more exotic and esoteric mix that goes
beyond our comprehension; fate and happenstance combining forces to guide our
lives. Man always looks for the rational in the irrational, sense among the
nonsense, order in a universe full of chaos.
