I couldn't fly or turn invisible or walk through walls or teleport or travel through time or shapeshift. I lived in a prison of gravity and solid matter and the relentless and immutable forward march of time.

I found the flyer on the sidewalk. It had gotten blown there with some other garbage like a Ho-Ho's wrapper and a fast food napkin. It was stained and dirty and had a footprint on it but you could still read it.

I didn't realize there was another School of Thought.