Inspire (v.) in Middle English was used to mean, "breathe or put life or spirit into the human body; impart reason to a human soul."
“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun” Pablo Picasso
Magicians are artists and artists are magicians. They manipulate the forms of everyday life into transcendental patterns.
“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
From inspiration, with will and intention, comes creation. The hand is the tool that directs the flow of energy, taming and shaping nature (earth, air, fire and water, symbolized in Tarot by coins, swords, wands and cups), putting its energies to our use. Only with man’s conscious focus and action, grounded in physical reality, can it be shaped to human use so that we can receive value from it, like beautiful music instead of noise.
However, putting energies to creative use does not always mean for the good of all. There is a shadow side to the Magician. The temptation to misuse power is a hidden aspect of any archetypal figure and the Magician is no exception.
Prospero, in The Tempest, has a foot in each of two worlds, the natural and the supernatural, and through him and his magic island they are connected. Anger and a desire for revenge cause him to behave very badly.
“I have bedimm’d
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth
By my so potent art.”
William Shakespeare, Prospero in The Tempest
(By the way, we highly recommend the 2010 Helen Mirren movie)
Maybe don't mess with the Magician - "So peace, stay off my back or I will attack and you don't want that"