People seem to be impressed more by speed of accomplishment and minimization of human labor than by the things themselves. Rather than being awestruck by the beauty of the palace, we are impressed instead by the djinni's instantaneous teleportation of it. Magic in the 20th Century has become a minor attribute of technology. Yet there is more wonder in a horse than in an automobile. I suppose most people will always confuse prestidigitation with thaumaturgy.
Reality is nothing more than a consensus, an agreement of the crowd, that thus and thus is so.
If your eyes were closed you'd be unable to tell the difference between a peacock feather tickling your nose and a fly lighting upon it. Instead, he is bent on embuing the world with a new meaning, with transforming the basic foundation of the hell that we inhabit. When the Sun-God Damballah touched the penises of Leghba's four sons,they ejaculated the logoi spermatikoi into the heavens, whence the philosophers received reason and wisdom. He is the guardian of the crossroads and opener of the way for the other gods to follow, and the last son of the Creator God and equated in the New World with the Devil. He appears as a ragged old man with a crutch, pack on back and pipe in mouth.