I Can Imagine Myself On

Magic Is Real. And Reality... It Is Magical.

What Is Necessary Is Not To Seek After Some Fantastic Ideal, Utterly Unsuited To Our Real Needs, But To Discover The True Nature Of Those Needs, To Fulfill Them, And Rejoice Therein.

I Cling Unto The Burning Æthyr Like Lucifer That Fell Through The Abyss, And By The Fury Of His Flight Kindled The Air. And I Am Belial, For Having Seen The Rose Upon Thy Breast, I Have Denied God. And I Am Satan! I Am Satan! I Am Cast Out Upon A Burning Crag! And The Sea Boils About The Desolation Thereof. And Already The Vultures Gather, And Feast Upon My Flesh.

It Is Only Necessary To Destroy In Oneself The Roots Of Those Motives Which Determine A Man's Course, In Order To Enjoy The Omnipotence And Immunity Of A God.

I've Written This To Keep From Crying. But I Am Crying, Only The Tears Won't Come.