It is your fault alone that magic is so pale in the world. Where orgone once coated the earth like honey, it runs in thin cold streams now -- because of you. We gave you the tools to learn it, we showed you what it could be and you played with it, explored and moulded it like children free... until the clay in your hands threatened to be larger than your understanding. Then you shut it in a jar and said you had learned it all.
And now look.
You are surprised when you claim to rule the world, and deep laughter loosened the soil between your heels.