Every Man And Every Woman Is A

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.

There Is A Single Main Definition Of The Object Of All Magical Ritual. It Is The Uniting Of The Microcosm With The Macrocosm. The Supreme And Complete Ritual Is Therefore The Invocation Of The Holy Guardian Angel; Or, In The Language Of Mysticism, Union With God.

The Ordinary Man Looking At A Mountain Is Like An Illiterate Person Confronted With A Greek Manuscript.

Truth! Truth! Truth! Crieth The Lord Of The Abyss Of Hallucinations

Paganism Is Wholesome Because It Faces The Facts Of Life.