Magic is real. Such is the refrain of every performer of prestidigitation, every conjurer of enchantment, and also your 6-year-old niece. Like many a doubting Thomas, we have gone through our lives rejecting this supernatural superstition, preferring to trust our own senses and internal bullshit detectors, knowing that every feat of illusion or sleight of hand has a perfectly reasonable explanation. And that remained our modus operandi, until roughly three hours ago, when the coolest man in New York showed us that our entire belief system was a lie. And all it took was a Rubik’s Cube and some Dragon Ball Z saiyan armor, just as Nostradamus predicted.