The Enchanting Wizard of Women

Have you ever heard tell of the particular story, of the dream in which you might find a man living his life? Ahhhh, it is a wonderful, complicated story.

You see, it is about magic. Pure, and simple, no questions asked -- MAGIC. Novices may have contextually realized that this magic is responsible for every, well, everything. However, the magic necessary for this dream of which I speak is a very certain spectrum of the overall Force moving the entire universe. This spectrum is that which makes plants grow.

Many call her Mother Nature, for indeed her appearance is often very lovely and displays myriad qualities that are feminine in nature. However, her appearance is not about what I am talking. Nay, I am speaking of the energy that causes her to yawn, and stretch, and grow, and twist, and pull, and thrust...oh yes! Thrusting is perhaps the most exciting moment of the explosive process which is life.

Needless to say, we could probably pitter-patter the semantics of this energy, how to describe it, and precisely what it is...oh, for the rest of eternity. But for the sake of this story, we shall not endeavor to do so, thankfully.

As I said, there is a particular role that exists in the grand stage-play of humanity, and this roll is generally regarded as the Wizard. Of course, we have so many popular examples portraying the wizard in his oldest incarnated form...always so old! Well, of course, let us not forget Harry Potter, a tale of the young wizard and his teachers. But how many stories are there of the middle years of the wizard? The years where he is graduated, free of all social games and spiritual threats. Ahh not many.

Perhaps it is because these years are generally boring and tragic. Siddartha, for example, sat in meditation for some 30 years or more. Jesus was crucified.

However, these are but two, again very popularized examples of the middle-aged wizard's life.