That's the classic application of one of the Major Laws of Magic (Chester's Corollary to Law #1, to be precise).
Simply put, Law #1 of Magic is that magic need not make sense.
The corollary is: The magical ability accessible for use by any one magic-user is inversely proportional to his/her degree of sanity.
Doug makes too much *sense* to be a good mage. Even when he's crazy.Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines...
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Simply put, Law #1 of Magic is that magic need not make sense.
The corollary is: The magical ability accessible for use by any one magic-user is inversely proportional to his/her degree of sanity.
Doug makes too much *sense* to be a good mage. Even when he's crazy.Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines...
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.