"Wait a minute," you say.  "To cast a spell, don't I need bat wings and dragon tongues and eyes of newt?"

        "You know," says Doris, "I don't think I've met a Witch yet who keeps a jar of eyes of newt between the sage and the basil."

        "So I don't have to go down to the local swamp to get spell materials or scrounge in the attic or dig up graveyards?"

        "Graveyards?  Um, no," says Doris, wrinkling her nose.  "Magick starts from within.  You're simply finding a way to tap into your own Divine nature and the symbols and respresentations you use are like catalysts to affect change.  They're not even necessary, but it's often easier to have something physical to focus on."

Whitch Way do you go?
 
You say nothing but secretly start trying to figure out how to get your money back on all those spider legs and rat tails you ordered from Bob's Occult and Pest Control Supply Shop.
 

You say, "Whoa!  Nature, symbols, catalysts... this is sounding waaay too much like a class in chemistry!"
 

You think you'd better hurry and return Uncle Cecil's shinbone back to the cemetary before Aunt Edna notices the big hole at his gravesite.