Enil Magicus

Magic is, in some people's opinion, the embodiment of chaos.
It is a key capable of opening forbidden doors.
The doors, behind which, lurk fear and unimaginable horrors,
destructive powers.
The forces of pure evil, capable of annihilating
not only the one who opens the door,
but with them, the entire world.
And since there is no lack of those who try to open the door,
someone, at some point,
is going to make a mistake
and then the destructive of the world will be inevitable.
Magic is therefore the revenge
and the weapon of chaos.

Magic is the curse and undoing of the world--
the undoing of mankind.
Those who believe that magic is chaos
are not mistaken.

Magic is, in some people's opinion, art.
Great, elitist art.
Capable of creating beautiful and extraordinary things.
Magic is a talent granted to only a chosen few.
Others, deprived of talent, can only look at the results
of the artists works with admiration and envy,
can admire the finished work while feeling that,
without these creations and without this talent,
the world would be a poorer place.

Some chosen few discovered talent and magic within themselves.
The fact that they found art within themselves is the blessing of beauty.
Those who believe that magic is art
are also right.

There are also those according to whom magic is a science.
In order to master it, talent and innate ability alone
are not enough.
Years of keen study and arduous work are essential.
Endurance and self disclipline are necessary.
Magic acquired like this is knowledge, learning,
the limits of which are constantly stretched by enlightened and
vigorous minds. By experiments and practice.
Magic acquired in such a way is progress.
It is the plow. The loom. The watermill. The smelting furnace. The wedge and the pulley.
It is progress. Evolution. Change. It is constant movement, upwards, towards improvement. Towards the stars.

One day, magic will allow us
to reach the stars.
Those who consider magic to be a science
are also right.

unknown author, likely highborn, restored from the ruins of Silverymoon

inevitable

Magic
is everywhere.
It is in the air we breathe.
It is in the water we drink.
It is in the food we eat.
It is in the clothes we wear.
It is in the houses we live in.
It is in the tools we use.
It is in the weapons we fight with.
It is in the books we read.

It is enough to simply
reach out
and touch it.

Giriltundaeth, First Priestess of the Temple of the Moon