“I can teach you magic”, said the magician to the fool.
“But I can’t teach you how to believe. 
That dear friend, lies in the jurisdiction of your own soul, even I can’t go there.”
Then with a wry grin, he added, “But you don’t have to know magic but just to know how to live.”
And with that, the magician disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared.
And the fool, no clearer in his doubts and no other course to recourse but to walk on.
Nearer yet, unbeknownst to his own understanding’s despair.
The Wheel turned, the ages that churned.
A believer for a Magician, now that’s another story. And a pawn in time as a destination, every believer is a fool for the magician.