May The New Year Bring You Courage

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.

He Shall Fall Down Into A Pit Called Because, And There He Shall Perish With The Dogs Of Reason.

Religion Itself Becomes Offensively Monotonous. On Every Point Of Vantage Are Pagodas -- Stupid Stalagmites Of Stagnant Piety.

The Affiliation Clause In Our Constitution Is A Privilege: A Courtesy To A Sympathetic Body. Were You Not A Mason, Or Co-mason, You Would Have To Be Proposed And Seconded, And Then Examined By Savage Inquisitors, And Then-probably-thrown Out On The Garbage Heap. Well, No, It's Not As Bad As That; But We Certainly Don't Want Anybody Who Chooses To Apply. Would You Do It Yourself, If You Were On The Committee Of A Club? The O.t.o. Is A Serious Body, Engaged On A Work Of Cosmic Scope. You Should Question Yourself: What Can I Contribute?

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.