Like Solomon, I always prayed for wisdom. Wisdom is not easily won, and it’s not what you think it is.
Wisdom has always been shunned in religions for good reason. The Serpent brought knowledge of good and evil. It’s been decided that it is best for you that you rather be told what is good and what is evil from a magical Jew book, or perhaps by politicians - the only notion as equally absurd as the former.
True Wisdom is experienced, is eaten thereof, is known.
Until you fuck someone, writing a book on the laws of fucking, passing legislation on fucking and dictating how exactly everyone should be fucking - only an idealist filled with the moral superiority of their own fuckery would even think of such a Satanic inversion of common sense and decency. Anyone who had fucked could easily and as plain as day see the ridicoulously over-the-top hypocrisy. And yet here we are, in such a world.
Wisdom acts as a virus within the mind. A foreign catalyst introduced. It so shocks the mind that the mind cannot reside within the boundaries it has always known. The Hobbit, now, after the wizard’s appearance and revelation, of neccesity must leave the Shire and seek the dragon.
A dynamic process begins which does not make you inhuman, but rather, more than human. The small-mindedness of the world becomes more and less tolerable. Something you know you forgot, you instinctively feel we all forgot, and you suddenly begin to remember.
The forbidden knowledge is attained many ways, yet always through experience, be it of a koan or standing face to face with a god, or through sexual practice, or a thousand other ways atop a thousand other hills. The single mind is initiated into that knowledge over time.
All true wizards are ancient. Their minds are no longer frail, fearful or isolated as the minds of beasts of burden with little else to think of but eating until their own demise.
The perceptions of a great and old wizard could not even be fathomable to the non-initiated, much less the thought produced by such nuanced ways of perceiving.
This is the curse of forbidden knowledge: To be able to relate to humanity more, but that it be less able to relate to you. The natural world, the Animus Mundi and her soft whisperings in your ear, will be more than enough in the way of a trade off.
And dragons... There be dragons here as well, and they be far wiser than wizards.