The plan is in my hands. In the far distance stands the One Who Is . Here at my hand is form, activity, substance, and desire. I, at the center, stand, the worker in the field of magic. I know some rules, some magical controls, some Words of Power, some forces which I can direct.
Danger there is.
The task that I have undertaken is not easy of accomplishment, yet I love power. I love to see the forms emerge, created by my mind, and do their work, fulfil the plan and disappear. I can create. The rituals of the Temple of the Lord are known to me. Love not the work.