An Entry Point

Mathematics, whether describing the vastness of the stars and the universe or the minuteness within particles, deliberately avoided "consciousness" and "life" themselves.

Yet much magic was rooted precisely in life, in will, and in emotion!

Lily Potter's sacrificial protection required love, not any mathematical formula.

That kind of power transcended the description of any equation. It was a call in the blood, an echo from the depths of the soul.

How could the ancient magic born from "love" be written on the same sheet of paper as the cold laws driving the stars? How could one language describe both the rotation of galaxies and a mother's protection at the moment of her death?

Charles wearily leaned against the back of his chair, and the wooden cabin once again gave out a long sigh.

The talismans and runes on the table lay quietly to one side. Their powers remained isolated from each other, and their common ground was still hidden in the deepest depths.

The road ahead was still long.

As Charles drank his chicken soup, he thought that perhaps he had found a bridge connecting different manifestations of magic—the unified concepts of "fields" and "frequencies."

But to firmly erect that bridge over the bottomless chasm between life and physics, will and laws, he needed more than wisdom. Perhaps he also needed a little magical miracle.

Charles silently finished today's dinner, cleared away the dishes, and walked out of the cabin to an open area in the mountains.

He slowly raised his head and looked past the treetops toward the cold points of light moving along their predetermined orbits in the night sky.

He knew that the answer had to be hidden somewhere—in a single truth capable of containing the trajectories of stars, the vibrations of atoms, and the love and