The will of the world is a sleeping thing without much in the way of waking thought. Yet, it does not bend to others so easily, it laws set in stone to mortal ken.

A mage, to effectuate their magicking upon the world, must smother its will with their ethos; their authority made manifest. Yet the will of the world is like a flame and a man’s natural ethos like a threadbare and thin blanket.

To smother the worldly flame, a magicker must dampen the cloth of their will with the waters of noesis; of knowing beyond mortal ken. Only then, when their will is heavy and wet with sceros can they smother the will of the world.

Only then can one bring about magick.

Yet, what is the will of the world? There are many answers to this question, each true and accurate yet just a sliver of the grand being that the world is.

For the purposes of this treatise, we shall focus upon the will of the waking world, that which is perceptible to mortal senses.

The Prime Material or Physical is the plane upon which matter and energy is held. From this plane, all others expand and bind, for all are simply echoes or shadows of this grand existence.

The Physical has no will but its laws. It is a plane where the lines betwen alive and dead are quite blurry, the only true difference being that organisms are just self-sustaining and self-propagating chemical reactions.

The Prime is both anchor to all other planes and a gestalt thereof. Trying to explain extra-planar topography is like attempting to write a name on a pencil with that very same pencil; an impossibility without much success other than by use of metaphor.

The will of the Physical is simply its laws, be it gravity or spatial-temporal fabric geometry, or some other.

To best understand how to smother such a budgeoning interference from physical law, take Gregori’s Principle of All is Ash:

The Prime Material is simply energy in two states; primal and shaped. Shaped energy is matter, quanta confined to form until the Universe dies in heat death and then folds back into itself to start anew another Kalpa.

All, thus, is the same. Cut from the same cloth and simply different by the endowment of form and confinement of state. All shall return to the core of existence to create another cycle, inevitable Turning of the Wheel.

All is Ash.