I mean that they were, or might be, repeated exercises of some will.

In short, I had always believed that the world involved magic: now I thought that perhaps it involved a magician.

And this pointed a profound emotion always present and sub-conscious; that this world of ours has some purpose; and if there is a purpose, there is a person.

I had always felt life first as a story: and if there is a story there is a story-teller.
But modern thought also hit my second human tradition.

It went against the fairy feeling about strict limits and conditions.