The Gods Are But Names For The

What Is Necessary Is Not To Seek After Some Fantastic Ideal, Utterly Unsuited To Our Real Needs, But To Discover The True Nature Of Those Needs, To Fulfill Them, And Rejoice Therein.

To Knot A Sentence Up Properly, It Has To Be Thought Out Carefully, And Revised. New Phrases Have To Be Put In; Sudden Changes Of Subject Must Be Introducted; Verbs Must Be Shifted To Unsuspected Localities; Short Words Must Be Excised With Ruthless Hand; Archaisms Must Be Sprinkled Like Sugar-plums Upon The Concoction; The Fatal Human Tendency To Say Things Straightforwardly Must Be Detected And Defeated By Adroit Reversals; And, If A Glimmer Of Meaning Yet Remain Under Close Scrutiny, It Must Be Removed By Replacing All The Principal Verbs By Paraphrases In Some Dead Language.

I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like Lucifer That Fell Through The Abyss, And By The Fury Of His Flight Kindled The Air. And I Am Belial, For Having Seen The Rose Upon Thy Breast, I Have Denied God. And I Am Satan! I Am Satan! I Am Cast Out Upon A Burning Crag! And The Sea Boils About The Desolation Thereof. And Already The Vultures Gather, And Feast Upon My Flesh.

Imagine Listening To Beethoven With The Prepossession That C Is A Good Note And F A Bad One; Yet This Is Exactly The Stand Point From Which All Uninitiates Contemplate The Universe. Obviously, They Miss The Music.

May The New Year Bring You Courage To Break Your Resolutions Early! My Own Plan Is To Swear Off Every Kind Of Virtue, So That I Triumph Even When I Fall!