I Have Been Accused Of Being A

Love Is The Law, Love Under Will.

I'm A Poet, And I Like My Lies The Way My Mother Used To Make Them.

The Priestess Of Artemis Took Hold Of Her Almost With The Violence Of A Lover, And Whisked Her Away Into A Languid Ecstasy Of Reverie. She Communicated Her Own Enthusiasm To The Girl, And Kept Her Mind Occupied With Dreams, Faery-fervid, Of Uncharted Seas Of Glory On Which Her Galleon Might Sail, Undiscovered Countries Of Spice And Sweetness, Eldorado And Utopia And The City Of God.

The Greatest, Like Rembrandt, Paint A Gallant, A Hag, And A Carcass With Equal Passion And Rapture; They Love The Truth As It Is. They Do Not Admit That Anything Can Be Ugly Or Evil; Its Existence Justifies Itself. This Is Because They Know Themselves To Be Part Of An Harmonious Unity; To Disdain Any Item Of It Would Be To Blaspheme The Whole. The Thelemite Is Able To Revel In Any Experience Soever; In Each He Recognizes The Tokens Of Ultimate Truth. It Is Surely Obvious, Even Intellectually, That All Phenomena Are Interdependent, And Therefore Involve Each Other.

Further, An Excess Of Legislation Defeats Its Own Ends. It Makes The Whole Population Criminals, And Turns Them All Into Police And Police Spies. The Moral Health Of Such A People Is Ruined For Ever; Only Revolution Can Save It.