My first and last philosophy, that which I believe in with unbroken certainty, I learnt in the nursery...The things I believed most then, the things I believe most now, are the things called fairy tales. They seem to me to be the entirely reasonable things. They are not fantasies: compared with them other things are fantastic. Compared with them religion and rationalism are both abnormal, though religion is abnormally right and rationalism abnormally wrong...Granted, then, that certain transformations do happen, it is essential that we should regard them in the philosophic manner of fairy tales, not in the unphilosophic manner of science and the "Laws of Nature." When we are asked why eggs turn to birds or fruits fall in autumn, we must answer exactly as the fairy godmother would answer if Cinderella asked her why mice turned to horses or her clothes fell from her at twelve o'clock. We must answer that it is magic. It is not a "law," for we do not understand its general formula. It is not a necessity, for thought we can count on it happening practically, we have no right to say that it must always happen. It is no argument for unalterable law that we count on the ordinary course of things. -- G.K. Chesterton

Why not let the mysteries of "magic" simply mystify us for a while, rather than attempt to explain them away? Science becomes the security blanket of the rational. Then can the statement of "Ignorance is bliss" contain truth?