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Men And Women Are Not Free To Love Decently Until They Have Analyzed Themselves Completely And Swept Away Every Mystery From Sex; And This Means The Acquisition Of A Profound Philosophical Theory Based On Wide Reading Of Anthropology And Enlightened Practice.

I'm A Poet, And I Like My Lies The Way My Mother Used To Make Them.

The Quest Of The Holy Grail, The Search For The Stone Of The Philosophers - By Whatever Name We Choose To Call The Great Work - Is Therefore Endless. Success Only Opens Up New Avenues Of Brilliant Possibility. Yea, Verily, And Amen! The Task Is Tireless And Its Joys Without Bounds; For The Whole Universe, And All That In It Is, What Is It But The Infinite Playground Of The Crowned And Conquering Child, Of The Insatiable, The Innocent, The Ever-rejoicing Heir Of Space And Eternity, Whose Name Is Man?

The Nails From A Suicide's Coffin, And The Skull Of The Parricide, Were Of Course No Trouble; For Vesquit Never Traveled Without These Household Requisites.

Those Magicians Who Object To The Use Of Blood, Have Endeavored To Replace It With Incense. But, The Bloody Sacrifice, Though More Dangerous, Is More Efficacious. And For Nearly All Purposes, Human Sacrifice Is The Best.