Is passing through something or entering something , or getting erased upon touching is not a form of interaction? And mages who touch the root DO interact with it. Especially how miss blue describes handling the root.
Aoko: You see Soujurou, magecraft is what we call common rules. Think of magic systems like runes and Kaballah as being universal manuals for their respective topics. As long as you have the manual, anyone can become a magus depending on the bloodline. But using magic is different. Magic isn't a copy from the "Whirl of the Root" like magecraft, it's directly connected to the Whirl of the Root.
Aoko: This "Whirl of the Root" is....well to put it ways in you can understand, try thinking it's something like the sun. It's far, and it's the first thing that's there, so we can't live our lives without it. Magecraft is just taking advantage of the blessing of the sun. Copying natural phenomena or compensation is what magecraft is all about. We learn, practice, recreate mysteries, but we can't make mysteries ourselves. Actually, we can, at the end of our research, but there's an enormous barrier in our way. One that can't be passed by human understanding, kind of like a limiter.
Aoko: And, magic, is handling the sun itself. You're in a place no one can ever reach, and you perform miracles that can be copied by no other. It's a craft that this age's humanity can't arrive at no matter how much money and time is spent. That's what magic is.
Aoko: It's like going over the dimensional barrier, or like when you keep running, you stumble into a world with completely different rules and then learn those rules...I suppose.
Aoko: I said before that magecraft has no limits. I meant that in that if it's within the bounds of human understanding, it has no limits. On the other hand, magic is full of limits, in fact, it can only do one thing, but that's to be expected. It's the one lone spec of light that's become the outcast in the workings of the universe.
Soujuurou: ...Magic's more amazing than magecraft...I understand that from the flow of the topic, but it's full of limits, isn't it?
Aoko: Limits, well more along the lines of special exceptions, privileges, unauthorized powers. It doesn't have versatility, but by being able to do what no one else can do, you're made all-mighty in the world of magecraft.
Aoko: In the first place, magic's kind of like the reward for a magus who has arrived at the "Whirl of the Root", and even if that caster doesn't have the physical ability to use it, just having a path to the Root lets him mystically do anything. In other words, he becomes the richest person in the world."
Aoko: Yes, and also our final objective. The Whirl of the Root is position where all knowledge is recorded, and all things are determined. If you can look, touch, understand it, even the word "impossible" can be remade. It has many names in legends, but it's basically the position where God is.
Soujuurou: By God, you don't mean the 8 million kami?
Aoko: It's because you say things like that sometimes that makes you troublesome. I mean, there are gods in every form, but I’m talking about the big underlying assumption that decided that.
Aoko: I don't know why the entrance for that was in Misaki, but grandfather found it and made a new magic. But after that, he closed the path to the Root. He said as long as we’ve established the magic, we should close the path to God should disappear.
Aoko: I mean that no one touching the Root has ever come back. On a global scale. You touch it, you cease to exist on the spot. The very moment the likes of a human soul touches it, it’ll go back to “where it came from" or be absorbed into the Root, or something.
Aoko: So, even the mages who have left their name in history have refrained from touching just that. At the best, they get close to it to stabilize their own magecraft in a hurry.
I am assuming by root aoko is referring to [], since it is the[] where the dead really go to according to this
Though time too had no meaning inside “ ”, I observed it. Like a stream
tracing out into the infinite, like the process of decay, I mark it. It was an
eternity. I plunged ever deeper, and cast my eyes farther, and in that eter-
nity, this place was still empty, devoid of anything except me. And yet, it
was all so calm and serene. It feels as if, in this place without meaning, the
fact that I existed at all fits me. Here lay entropy, the end of all things, a
place the living may never observe, but only the dead may enter.
I will let Everything decide , but people very much interact with the root.