Hmmm...Where does it all begin. Well a little while ago it began (a previous incarnation of this story). I lost it when my damned connection to the net was dropped.

Mental note to self: Head to OSX FAQ and look for more issues regarding the DHCP server and if anyone else experiences these droppages.

The wind blows by softly carrying the scent of woodsmoke. I listen to the birds chirping in the trees. The soft rustling of the leaves. The moon glistening off the water. This is the magick of the world. Well one form of it. But it's proof. But people are looking of magick, which I believe is the search for self. That's what alchemy was about. That's what Lord of the Rings is. That's what Harry Potter might be (I haven't read it yet, I'll have to get back on you on it.) But I know Lord of the Rings is a search for meaning. It was a self-exploratory exercise for Tolkien. Most powerful peices of creativity such as it is, are imbued with a strong sense of self. I would have liked to met Tolkien. To let him know the magick is real. He had dwarves in his story. What do dwarves in his story remind us of? What did Walt Disney, another master of magick ( I only surmise this from the results he obtained, although he had his share of failures which helped him grow and become stronger) say about dwarves? Did you know there's dwarves in East Indian mythology and culture? Maybe Tolkien wrote about another time and place he saw that the world could be after a time? A fantastical journey towards an imagined Apocolypse? Maybe if it happens in the mind it's easier than if it happens in the real world, eh?

- Yoda