Say you went to a carnival. Near the back of the carnival, behind the ferris-wheel and the funnel-cake tent, is a fortune-teller. On a whim, you go inside the tent- it's hot, the air is thick with incense and stale cigarette smoke. The fortune teller is old, and she has thick gray bushy hair under a deep purple cap. She has a long, crooked nose with a mole on one side. She's the real deal. Once you sit down, she offers to tell you the truth about magic.
'How do you mean?' you ask.
'I will tell you if magic is real,' she says.
By this she means she'll let you know--with 100% certainty--whether or not magic exists. The trick is, you have to pick.
Which one do you choose?
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