The Ancient One
You're a man looking at the world through a keyhole. You've spent your whole life trying to widen that keyhole. To see more. To know more. And now on hearing that it can be widened, in ways you can't imagine, you reject the possibility.
Strange
No, I reject it because I do not believe in fairy tales about chakras or energy or the power of belief. There is no such thing as spirit! We are made of matter and nothing more. We're just another tiny, momentary speck in an indifferent universe.
The Ancient One
You think too little of yourself.
Strange
Oh, you think you see through me, do you? Well, you don't. But I see through you!
Strange
What did you just do to me?!
The Ancient One
I pushed your astral form out of your physical form.
Strange
What's in that tea? Psilocybin? LSD?
The Ancient One
It's just tea. With a little honey.
Strange
What just happened?
The Ancient One
For a moment, you entered the astral dimension. A place where the soul exists apart from the body.
Strange
Why are you doing this to me?
The Ancient One
To show you just how much you don't know. Open your eye!
The Ancient One
You think you know how the world works? You think that this material universe is all there is? What is "real"? What mysteries lie beyond the reach of your senses? At the root of existence, mind and matter meet. Thoughts form reality. This universe is only one of an infinite number. Worlds without end. Some benevolent and life-giving, others filled with malice and hunger. Dark places where powers older than time lie, ravenous and waiting. Who are you in this vast multiverse, Mr. Strange?
The Ancient One
Have you seen that before in a gift shop?
Strange
Teach me.
The Ancient One
No.
