I believe in the curse that was, and was broken.
Just as I believe that baseball is a blessing.
Just as I believe in resurrection, magic, Narnia, and Neverland
and that creation is oozing with goodness,
and that God Himself fills all things.
Even the corrupt things,
even our emotions,
I believe that there were magical things afoot that night.
And if you could prove to me that there weren't,
and that the gods don't care,
I would be grateful still.