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+ O great
creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
+ Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and
the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
+ Let's reinvent
the gods, all the myths of the ages. Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests.
+ Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's claws.
+ It's like gambling somehow. You go out for
a night of drinking and you don't know where you're going to end up the next day.
It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.
+ I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
+ No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
+
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image
combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
+ Few would defend
a small view of Alchemy as "Mother of Chemistry", and confuse its true
goal with those external metal arts. Alchemy is an erotic science, involved in
buried aspects of reality, aimed at purifying and transforming all being and matter.
Not to suggest that material operations are ever abandoned. The adept holds to
both the mystical and physical work.
+ A hero is someone who rebels,
or seems to rebel, against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.
+ I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points
up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then, whoosh and I'm gone.. and they'll
never see anything like it ever again, and they won't be able to forget me - ever.
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