The reality of magical workings is that the outcomes are random because the payload delivery device, namely the human mind, is scattershot

Studying for years to solve the muddiest conundrum: the riddle of steel

Then one day the answer appeared

Materialised before my eyes, felt solid and real

Woke up steeled, couldn’t recall half of what was revealed

But I knew it for a second in the dream. I had to laugh,

That was sufficient, some cruel God reckoned.

Wishes granted only by the cruellest, meagrest, most ironical measure.

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