Invoke Often! Inflame Thyself With Prayer!

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.

If You Examine The Highest Poetry In The Light Of Common Sense, You Can Only Say That It Is Rubbish; And In Actual Fact You Cannot So Examine It At All, Because There Is Something In Poetry Which Is Not In The Words Themselves, Which Is Not In The Images Suggested By The Words 'o Windy Star Blown Sideways Up The Sky!' True Poetry Is Itself A Magic Spell Which Is A Key To The Ineffable.

30. If Will Stops And Cries Why, Invoking Because, Then Will Stops An Does Naught. 31. If Power Asks Why, Then Power Is Weakness.

The Quest Of The Holy Grail, The Search For The Stone Of The Philosophers - By Whatever Name We Choose To Call The Great Work - Is Therefore Endless. Success Only Opens Up New Avenues Of Brilliant Possibility. Yea, Verily, And Amen! The Task Is Tireless And Its Joys Without Bounds; For The Whole Universe, And All That In It Is, What Is It But The Infinite Playground Of The Crowned And Conquering Child, Of The Insatiable, The Innocent, The Ever-rejoicing Heir Of Space And Eternity, Whose Name Is Man?

Sex Is The Sacred Song Of The Soul; Sex Is The Sanctuary Of Self.