The winds of chaos and prophecy had churned with storms in the mythical world, it’s the world I’ve created that was no different in many ways from the realities that we face in our world, yet it was a different world that in certain areas had no correlation to ours, it seemed like a place of magic, the impossible, strange, insane, crazy and technological that wasn’t possible in our world. Some might say that it wasn’t too different from the reality we were living in at this point. But my words were not a hidden comment on what was going on today; it’s just the land of imagination and creation where there was no limit. This was about the imaginary possibility of people or one person separated by distances as independent entities, self-sufficient without the need for industrial manufacturing, because of unique technology and traditional techniques that they were able to have remained outside the grasp of neo-feudal overlords.
The wizard-artisan-cultivators were technicians, artists, and junk dealer engineers together in one person. They manipulated energy and matter, through the mind, with the use of tools. They were the keepers of living traditional techniques. Through philosophy, they saw everything and continued understanding the world they resided in. Most wizards were loners; automatic devices of the land worked their cultivation of vast lands; they were defined as living machines with emotions and intelligence. One might question what happened when a wizard died. They have apprentices; they have trained over the years. The wizard was the inheritors of rooms filled with notebooks from their predecessors. They were called wizards because they performed magic. They are and were able to change and manipulate reality. Some devices existed that could conjure various realities and magic.
On emerging edges of discovery, a wizard spent years on study and research that yielded dead ends, false starts, and false ends that went nowhere; some of these accidental discoveries were not intended, and there was always that striving for that elusive goal. It had been known that wizards had peered into the minds of people and other wizards. The powerful wizard didn’t let anyone look into them; they locked away their minds. A wizard’s mind traveled on the ships of the imagination, ships of the apparition, that flew to other places in the world. Some ships didn’t have a power source, and the wizard’s thoughts were its engine. There were figures of metal or stone that were containers for the artificial souls. These artificial souls had walked out into the world to report to the consciousness they had gathered about the world for the wizard to be recorded in their notebooks.
A scene of a wizard who sat at his desk with a carved stone filled with ink, various compasses, receptacles with liquid light, and large square and rectangular plates. Outside his window is the mythical world of Sorapir.
Robert J. Matsunaga
