The i-mage-iner is master of a type of knowledge which does not submit to facts - but which is not false. Science produces scientific knowledge - a jewel to be sure - but those who would say that this is the only knowledge are misguided. If facts are like bricks, the i-mage-iner's knowledge is like mortar - it slides in between the cracks and helps the cracks cohere into a form - a shelter. The magus is a shelter-maker, their stories are a house. Such is what allows us to think in general and specific terms, to use metaphors, to will with a purpose. Whether we recognize it or not, we are all magicians, all enchanted: our facts cohere into our stories. So... the true magician learns to liberate their stories from parasites, from dependencies, from distortions - and to open them up, transparent, to the true horizon of eternal becoming. The mage tells true lies at the threshold of eternity so as to make possible the soul. Now is our time to regrow the soul. Take this opportunity, i-mage-iner.