I Was In The Death Struggle With

I Admit That My Visions Can Never Mean To Other Men As Much As They Do To Me. I Do Not Regret This. All I Ask Is That My Results Should Convince Seekers After Truth That There Is Beyond Doubt Something Worth While Seeking, Attainable By Methods More Or Less Like Mine. I Do Not Want To Father A Flock, To Be The Fetish Of Fools And Fanatics, Or The Founder Of A Faith Whose Followers Are Content To Echo My Opinions. I Want Each Man To Cut His Own Way Through The Jungle.

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

The Eternal Mistake Of Mankind Is To Set Up An Attainable Ideal.

The Holy Guardian Angel Is The Spiritual Sun Of The Soul Of The Adept.

Alas The Master; So He Sinks In Death. But Whoso Knows The Mystery Of Man Sees Life And Death As Curves Of The Same Plan