My mother always told me magic was just another form of lying. I wouldn't say that. It's more like an escape; a temporary sanctuary from reality. I used to love magic. But those days are gone now. In a way I guess I still practice a little magic.
CRACK!
I expected it to feel different. I thought that this death would be a grand event, but I hardly even noticed the difference. Tell me old Friend, did you feel the same way; or were you just as confused?
Isn't it funny how it all makes so much sense in retrospect? How all the mundane details coalesce to form a more complete picture. Suddenly everything is more, how can I describe it? It's like... adding a drop of dye to water so you can see all the vortices that objects leave in their wake. You realize that you're a huge moron for not seeing it all earlier.
But enough of that crap, let's get to what really matters. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages old Friend: I want to hear the whole story, from the beginning. No, that doesn't mean I need a history of the universe, I understand that causality bullshit well enough my old Friend.
Start with the boring stuff, when things were simple... then add the dye.