When I was a young child I loved watching magic being performed on television. It didn’t matter what kind of tricks they were, or who was doing them, just that something mysterious, unexplainable, and, well, magic, was on display. I loved it then for one simple reason: I believed magic was real, and that magicians had special powers. Then I grew up and realized they didn’t. In fact, I discovered that magic was made up of illusions, of sleight of hands, of misdirection.