To Know A Thing Well, Know It's

The Young Reed Dies So Easily. Beginnings Are Times Of Great Peril.

The Vision Of Time Is Broad, But When You Pass Through It, Time Becomes A Narrow Door.

There Should Be A Science Of Discontent. People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

This Is The Awe-inspiring Universe Of Magic: There Are No Atoms, Only Waves And Motions All Around. Here, You Discard All Belief In Barriers To Understanding. You Put Aside Understanding Itself. This Universe Cannot Be Seen, Cannot Be Heard, Cannot Be Detected In Any Way By Fixed Perceptions. It Is The Ultimate Void Where No Preordained Screens Occur Upon Which Forms May Be Projected. You Have Only One Awareness Here—the Screen Of The Magi: Imagination! Here, You Learn What It Is To Be Human. You Are A Creator Of Order, Of Beautiful Shapes And Systems, An Organizer Of Chaos.

Ideas Are A Dime A Dozen. It's Execution That Counts.