The sorcerer's description of the world is perceivable. But our insistence on holding on to our standard version of reality renders us almost deaf and blind to it.

I'm afraid you will have to fly holding the rock with its heavy chain.

Our senses perceive the way they do because a specific feature of our awareness forces them to do so...because we learn what to perceive.

Once it has learned to dream the double, the self arrives at this weird crossroad and a moment comes when one realizes that it is the double who dreams the self.

A warrior never worries about his fear.

All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. ... Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use. Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn't. One makes for a joyful journey; as long as you follow it, you are one with it. The other will make you curse your life. One makes you strong; the other weakens you.

For a sorcerer, reality, or the world as we all know it, is only a description.