Science trumps magical thinking: there was a reason the Incas called their mercury mine ‘la mina de los muertos,’ the mine of the dead. Building a life and a community upon principles that ignore such realities is doomed to fail.
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
We can no more tolerate neutrality and benevolence toward every conceivable form of discourse, including that of magical thinking, than we can lump together executioner and victim, good and evil.
This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.
Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.