It was children's magic, true magic, with respect to the ritual, the repetition, even the sleight of hand. It was like pressing your hand against the freezer when shopping with your parents, so that the rest of your body felt warmer.
I think I'm sick. This sucks... I'm way too busy to be ill right now.
Some guy in like 1911 actually did experiments to try and determine the weight of the human soul. Unfortunately, his methods rendered his findings inconclusive.
There are a couple of fics that I want to write. One set in S6, with one of the times that Buffy tries to leave Spike. The other set after the comics... well, sort of in the comics. It's hard though because they always change. I'd need a big plot.