cowboy

cowboy

Since I've been asked at various times "why a cowboy?" and am currently looking for a way to avoid homework (seriously, I would rather go to the dentist or something), I figured now is as good a time as any to explain the cowboy.

First off, I am not a cowboy. (Big surprise, innit?) Just as my name isn't Brat.

However, there is a wonderful book by Josephine Tey titled Brat Farrar, in which the main character's name (sort of) is Brat Farrar. And he is an English orphan who ran away to America and became a cowboy for a while. (Then he breaks his leg and goes back to England and impersonates some rich orphan who apparently committed suicide and has a twin and would be about to inherit a lot of money if he weren't supposed to be dead, only they never found a body so that's suspicious, AND THERE ARE HORSES, but none of that pertains to the matter at hand.)

Anyway, hence the cowboy.
Magic and Planck
Okay okay okay - how about this: what if, instead of magic being something like electricity, it's probability. So when you levitate something, all you're doing is tweaking the probability levels (or something - I'm not really sure what terminology to use) so that all the atoms go up. And you have to use symbols and stuff because - like in Hegel (and I thought I'd never use those words) - you have to declare your intent in order for it to happen, and speech is too temporal. Only something written (or drawn) is outside of time.

Is that crazy? I think it works better than what I was trying to do before.