Dear human:
You get to want things.
Objects. People. Adventure. Sex. Change. Pleasure. Danger. Things you can’t even name.
Like really, really want. Way down deep. Screw those commandments—you, my dear, have permission to covet. To crave. To center yourself on some down-and-dirty-holy-as-fuck human desire.
And here’s the even better part, the alchemy of the whole damn magical business (lean into this one with me, now, and let it blow your mind).
You get to have them too.
