"Magic" has become the most debased and degraded word of modern times.
Once upon a time, magic was a word that inspired dread and awe; a threat to the order of the world; a terrible power wielded by deepest forest-dwelling warlocks and witches only.
Alas, today, magic can be defined as the worst kind of chintzy, harmless, Disneyland distraction. It is the property and plaything of the feeble-minded and easily amused; a stream of banal, brightly colored confetti streaming forth from the plastic wand of a puerile wizard wearing polyester robes. Even Tinkerbelle practices darker arts than contemporary magicians do.
Most of these modern wizards either look like someone's kindly grandpa or a supercilious prepubescent. At least Merlin had horny fingernails and smelled like a dragon's fart. But dragons and mists have been replaced by unicorns and rainbows now.
Magic: the peach scented air freshener of occult powers.
