The spell was broken. What once appeared so grand, so intimidating, so all-consuming clattered to the floor. And when I looked down all that remained was a pile of mundane objects—a half-used pen, an unwashed fork crusted with jelly, a battered pleather wallet, a plastic red cup.
In that moment that I realized that the power was in me. I was the one who had made those things greater than their sum. Even though the ride was over for now it didn’t mater. I was free of myself more than anything else.