He knew there was magic in the world. Magic such as Thomas healing him with 
shamanistic methods and magicians casting balls of fire. As he sounded the letters formed of pixels
on the screen, he felt that he, too, had entered into a kind of magical 
communion. The pixels formed letters, the letters words, the words sentences, 
the sentences paragraphs, the paragraphs pages. Twenty-six letters, doubled for 
capital and small letters, mixed with eight punctuation symbols, letting him tap 
into an entire universe of ideas. Sixty symbols total, and he could learn about 
almost anything and someday use the same symbols to write his own research, his 
own cure to become human, pure human, again.