About

Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky.

You were young, and you thought the wizard could do anything. So did we all, once. But the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do… I was too impatient. I wanted the sun and the cities and the far lands, too much to pay for a little power, a shadow, and a darkness.