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

I Did Not Hate God Or Christ, But Merely The God And Christ Of The People Whom I Hated.

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.

I Am The Blue-lidded Daughter Of Sunset; I Am The Naked Brilliance Of The Voluptuous Night-sky.

Repeal All Laws Which Assume That Mankind Is A Herd Of Cattle