It's like going into a vertical place where gravity doesn't exist and planting both feet on the walls, looking around, perfectly at home.

That's what it's like when I stretch open a small rift that sees 5,000 miles way, and I peer through. And then I let go and the fabric snaps back, and the hole remains.

It's like picking up my wand and casting some showy spell that does very little. A spell I didn't know I knew.

Thats what it's like when I know something you didn't know.

It's all so wonderful. I wish it were real magic. (and in a sense, it is)