^Ditto ditto. We're not mind-readers-- well I'm not, Adrian being a practitioner of alchemical wizardry cannot be trusted in that regard.
He could be reading your mind right now, that could have been the whole reason he said that-- to throw you off his path, so you can't realize that he's inside of your head pushing your thoughts side to side and up and down and around..........
That's not DMT you're smoking.......
After all its mostly just empty space...... Besides a few pesky little quarks and leptons, etc:
Nobody here but us chickens.... I mean nobody here but us leptons. And the eternal minuet of the quarks, visceral pumping of gluons back and forth, and strange-antistrange pairs popping in and out of existence. But still, except for that, mostly just empty space.
But still,
The Curtain pulls away, and you fall into the trance, and on that mountain top over yonder Adrian the wizard chortles and laughs. For your plight is his delight: to the wizard your petty human mind is but another reagent, to be stored for later reaction within his scorching crucible.