Sex Is The Sacred Song Of The

Your Kiss Is Bitter With Cocaine.

The Devil' Is, Historically, The God Of Any People That One Personally Dislikes... This Serpent, Satan, Is Not The Enemy Of Man, But He Who Made Gods Of Our Race, Knowing Good And Evil; He Bade 'know Thyself!' And Taught Initiation. He Is 'the Devil' Of The Book Of Thoth, And His Emblem Is Baphomet, The Androgyne Who Is The Hieroglyph Of Arcane Perfection... He Is Therefore Life, And Love.

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.

This Universe Is A Wild Revel Of Atoms, Men, And Stars, Each One A Soul Of Light And Mirth, Horsed On Eternity.

Fortunately We Have Learnt To Combine These Ideas, Not In The Mutual Toleration Of Sub-contraries, But In The Affirmation Of Contraries, That Transcending Of The Laws Of Intellect Which Is Madness In The Ordinary Man, Genius In The Overman Who Hath Arrived To Strike Off More Fetters From Our Understanding.