Nah, finite-finite. A hard limit on what you could ever even do with the height of study. Circuits is a pretty modern name for 'em, since it's the best analogy. You can do a lot with a circuit. It's versatile. But you can still only put so much power through 'em. And put too much, and boom, you fried it. No more magic. Maybe no more you if you fuck it up bad enough.

[ Not to mention that nowadays (so to speak), the number of Circuits mages had was comically low by his standards. It's, what, twenty, he thinks? If that... It's also why he's sure there's more of a disconnect, since Matt's feeling of connection to the world definitely isn't similar. Mages were basically just scientists and rationalists. Matt has the sort of poetic spin that they lack.

However, whatever appreciation he might have for that is dulled by that impish little smile. His lips purse into a tighter frown. ]

Yeah, yeah, you keep grinnin', you lil' shit.

[ He's definitely not grinning... But with a click of his tongue, he raises the glass to take a big gulp. More than half gone after it!

...It's worse than the last drink, though. This was supposed to be getting better as it goes on! Whatever wise words he might have had about connection to the universe are instead lost to this horrible, horrible drink. He snatches the tongs back quickly to snag another piece of meat that he tears into with a bit more vigor this time. It definitely gets the taste out of your mouth, at least. ]