Basically, I was a kid growing up with a single mother in Brooklyn.
Whether you're shuffling a deck of cards or holding your breath, magic is pretty simple: It comes down to training, practice, and experimentation, followed up by ridiculous pursuit and relentless perseverance.
As a kid I used to hold my breath longer than anybody else, and then I heard stories about people accidently underwater for 45 minutes - how do you recover from that? It's not a miracle. Something allows us to survive.
But as they say about sharks, it's not the ones you see that you have to worry about, it's the ones you don't see.
I was obsessed with the idea of fasting and isolation.
I just believe that the feeling of wonder is amazing. I am pushing myself as far as I can humanly push myself... I can only hope for the best and expect the worse.
In truth, the only restrictions on our capacity to astonish ourselves and each other are imposed by our own minds.
Magic's an art where you use slight of hand or illusion to create wonder. And I was just intrigued with that idea.
I remember my mother had this deck of cards that her mother had given her and that she passed on to me. It was a gypsy tarot deck that I used to carry everywhere.
My mother encouraged it so much. She was so supportive. Even if as a kid, I would do the dumbest trick, which now that I look back on some things, she would love it, she would say that's amazing, or if I'd make the ugliest drawing, she would hang it up. She was amazing.
I think everything I do is normal, not paranormal but normal. It's using the power of the mind to achieve whatever we can endure.
I believe that fear of life brings a greater fear of death.
My mother was a teacher, and when she wanted to show me art and literature and science, she'd take me to museums, parks and free exhibitions.
My only fear is the unknown.
We are all capable of infinitely more than we believe.
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