Life is a wonder, a marvel, a magical act.
Life is a wheel, a perfect sphere,
a perfect reflection of all its counterparts.
an expression of wonderment few truly appreciate.
Life is a melody of action sung by all its players,
Life is thaumatogeny, the doctrine of miraculous origin,
the doctrine which can be found and its pages read.
But it lies hidden lest you understand and change your path,
for then you would be as the creator and change it all.
You see, all things are set and are in perfect balance,
to change even the tiniest grain of sand would upset the all,
one impression, one reflection created or prevented,
affects every fragment, every part of the complete.
And to reach there where it awaits discovery ...
There comes the tests of responsibility
...knowing...
...compulsion...
... reason...
...and acceptance.
Orbs of thought collected on the way lending power,
Then as the doctrine is held in holographic hand,
choice looms ...
to be as he who first wrote that book
... or he who hid it away?
The ultimate test of fear then as comprehension lights the torch,
and the cover of the book lifts and the pages turn,
Dare you change any part of your act lest you upset the balance,
and send life spiralling down and down once more into darkness,
that shadow land from where creation has pulled this existence,
saving it from the unmaking it had faced?
Dare you change that which you see before you,
... the hardship, the pain, the monstrosity, the anguish?
Should you instill that miracle in that life,
if you become aware of the overall affect?
Have you the strength to accept the responsibility of the act,
to acknowledge your essence within the effect of that deed?
For by interrupting that path you effectively change the fibre of the all.
Or should you allow the planned movement to take place?
What though if that before you is wrong, it is a lethal act?
How will you know that action is wrong and is one not planned,
how do you know the difference, how can you tell?
Are you brave enough to sever fibres and recreate others,
Safe in the knowledge that what you do be for the good of the all?
If you can, then the Thaumaturge has awoken and awaits assimilation.
