Magic was not what I thought it would be. Sitting at the center of that drab room in a lone chair while the rain howled and wailed outside I was perplexed. Sheets of paper. Sheets of paper all around me spread out over the floor. On them shapes of all forms which could be put together to form a mechanism, as long as they would fit together. That wasn't all there was to it, but I expected it to be more... symbolic? The geometry of it just didn't sit right. It would take a while to get used to. But I was too tired to give it a proper analysis as I almost nodded off sitting in my chair to the sounds of the rain. And in that mode of half sleep between dreams and recollections of things long past and delegated to the reveries of becoming which today itself may find a part in far far from now, I let my mind wander and find repose in a quiet joy I had not known for longer than I had realized.