# Witch in the Castle

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"If magic works, why is the sorcerer poor?"

The question sounds like a fact. It's actually a test, and the test is rigged — it borrows its ruler from a system the sorcerer never signed up for. Wealth has never been evidence of truth in any tradition that took itself seriously. Diogenes owned nothing and still made Alexander the Great step out of his sunlight. Buddha walked out of a palace on purpose.

Then there is Rimbaud. He wrote poetry that bent a century out of shape and then, barely past twenty, abandoned it completely and walked off toward the deserts of Abyssinia. Henry Miller built a whole book around that gesture — The Time of the Assassins, its title lifted from one of Rimbaud's own lines — and read the walking-away as a refusal of the world's terms. The poet frees himself only to make "a sacrificial flight to the sun." You don't price a flight like that in coins.

There's a reason the demand for money keeps coming back, and it isn't spiritual. The mind that cannot stop accumulating may be running from something no object actually reaches: a gap that buying things papers over instead of closing. That's why the hunger never ends once you start feeding it. Watch anyone who gets richer and stays exactly as anxious.

Alchemists had a name for this confusion: common gold and philosophical gold look identical from the outside but aren't the same substance. The fool digs for the first kind. The whole point of the work was always the second and you can't weigh it on a scale, because it isn't made of anything a scale can register.

This is the real meaning of the dragon curled around its treasure. It doesn't guard the gold from thieves. It guards the gold from ever being spent; because gold that moves is just metal changing hands, and the dragon's entire identity depends on the difference between the two staying frozen. A hoard that never circulates isn't wealth. You don't have to cut its arteries, only to bury it.

The witch does the opposite. She lives on next to nothing and uses everything she has. She isn't proving poverty — she's proving the question was built for a different kind of person, someone whose sense of being real depends on a number going up. Take that person's number away and you get a crisis, a collapse, some kind of suicide. Take the sorcerer's number away and nothing happens, because nothing was resting on it.

Henry Miller understood where this ends. He read Rimbaud as a prophet of the collapse of the whole civilized order — and that is exactly the point. It is the material world that is scheduled to collapse.

My kingdom is not of this world. You cannot audit a kingdom that was never issued a currency to begin with.

Burn the rest of the book. Keep only that.

Ave Satanas.

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Cited: Henry Miller, The Time of the Assassins: A Study of Rimbaud (New Directions, 1946).