I have struggled to reach the heights of magic, and I have failed. Even with the body I have made, it can only go so far.
Demons... most are slothful. They hardly try. And yet they achieve levels of innate magica control I can only dream of. Have nightmares of.
The world is FULL of magica! An inexhaustible supply! It flows in forever, as fast as we use it more comes. And yet, I can only tap the tiniest sips.
There must be some way to use more.
But maybe I have already given up on my dreams. Maybe this is all just inertia.
-Journal of the Witch Nicky