To find the Magic

O, she's warm! If this be magic, let it be an art 
Lawful as eating.

O, how things in which are opposed to faith are considered to be magic.  If one can't explain it, it is magic!  How we like Leonties when we run into something that can't be explained we make it magic. We have all yearned for magic when we lacked faith. But here in the same breath when it's good we pray that it's an art--something beautiful and worth while, something of skill and good.  We Like Leonties hope that it is as needed, common, right, and good as eating.  We desire it to be right and above reproach be we desire to keep it.

When we see such performances we long to witness the magic in our own lives. We picture what we miss, like the Lord explaining the reunion of two friends over the discovery of a loved and missed daughter:

Then have you lost a sight, which was to be seen,
cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld one
joy crown another, so and in such manner that it
seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their
joy waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes,
holding up of hands, with countenances of such
distraction that they were to be known by garment,
not by favour.

We believe in magic...