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

Power rests on the kind of knowledge one holds. What is the sense of knowing things that are useless?

Intent is what sends a shaman through a wall, through space, to infinity.

Learn to see, and then you'll know that there is no end to the new worlds of our vision.

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.

Think about it: what weakens us is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of our fellow men. Our self-importance requires that we spend most of our lives offended by someone.

And so you're afraid of the emptiness of your friend's life. But there's no emptiness in the life of a man of knowledge, I tell you. Everything is filled to the brim and everything is equal.