Oh, How Superior Is The Eye Of

The Gods Are But Names For The Forces Of Nature Themselves.

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.

I've Often Thought That There Isn't Any "i" At All; That We Are Simply The Means Of Expression Of Something Else; That When We Think We Are Ourselves, We Are Simply The Victims Of A Delusion.

The Key Of Joy Is Disobedience.

It Would Be Unwise To Condemn As Irrational The Practice Of Devouring The Heart And Liver Of An Adversary While Yet Warm. For The Highest Spiritual Working One Must Choose That Victim Which Contains The Greatest And Purest Force; A Male Child Of Perfect Innocence And High Intelligence Is The Most Satisfactory.