The art and the craft are one. The practioner, an Oracle, the Wizard of Words. Constructing spells, conjured in the sequential scribblings symbolic of sounds. Letters to words to sentences. And in so doing, transmits a magic, a beauty that is communicated and understood by the Soul. Anyone can write down words, but there is that certain intuitive dexterity required, to coordinate the Souls song, to bring something special, magic... not just for the exchange of information, but exchange of emotions. A giving of oneself. A True purpose... To be in service. To guide. These are magical beings, the Sages of the Pages, who Ive only recently rediscovered, after one of them, was right under my nose for so long... She brings pure Magic, she is pure Light,... You know... She is one of your Tribe, She is a Poet... I know this, because everything she did, was poetic. The way she moved, the way she Loved, was pure poetry.. and I interpreted it as Magic.. because thats what Poets are. Gifts of Light...