“In the order"s library, wedged into the cover of a book on focussing. It was the strangest thing, but it fell out of the shelf when I was down there. I sat there the entire night reading his notes. It seems that the only other to have studied the stones as I do has sort of become our benefactor, at least in the knowledge. Anyway, he wrote that he had tried this with some strong-willed, and, it seems, very rich merchant, who claimed to be able to focus. The merchant seemed to be doing it correctly but then became confused when irritated by a noise from nearby. He carried on talking but the merchant became distant, as if he was somewhere he should not be. The man lost his mind and never came back into himself. For all I know he lives still. The point my friend is this: He may have thought h
