Ibis repeated his original point. Science was the art of seeing. Traditional scientists saw the color of the auditorium change objectively and speculated on a variable out in the world causing it to change--in this case a very well dressed and handsome variable. Thaumaturgists saw the color of the auditorium change subjectively and speculated on a variable within themselves.

But both traditional scientists and thaumaturgists saw the world in all its vibrant, changing colors.

To finish his speech, Ibis said that Thaumaturgy was not chaos, or a gift from the gods, or anything of that sort. It wasn’t something out in the supernal cosmos. It was something inside the heart of every man. It was something man brought to the supernal cosmos from out of himself.

When thaumaturgists gazed into the unknown depths of humanity they did not see a black pit of meaninglessness. They saw a storm of colors.

And in a storm of colors, Ibis took his leave.

Spectro was inspired.

In that moment, his destiny had been set. He knew what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

In 1933, a teenaged Spectro enrolled in America’s leading thaumaturgical college--William Quan Judge college in Pasadena California. He proved incredibly gifted, particularly in the fields of clairvoyance and unconscious observation. Within a year, he was able to teach his teachers. The Circled Square then took on his education. He got to personally meet and talk to Ibis, a man he had only known through books and stage. He got to walk the halls of the Rock of Eternity.

For a teenage thaumaturgist, it was all so intoxicatingly dreamlike.

It was then that overcome as he was with fervor from his meteoric rise in the occult world that he decided to erase his name from the universe.

When his heart filled with regret for that action, he resolved to pay more attention to the people around him. Given that the Circled Square composed the majority of his social circle, he began to look at his teachers more as people and less as textbooks.

When the time came, this habit allowed Spectro to see that something was terribly wrong with the venerable Dr. Styx.