Oh, How Superior Is The

What The Eye Doesn't See, The Heart Doesn't Grieve Over.

Every Intentional Act Is A Magical Act.

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.

Dreams Are Imperfections Of Sleep; Even So Is Consciousness The Imperfection Of Waking. Dreams Are Impurities In The Circulation Of The Blood; Even So It's Consciousness A Disorder Of Life. Dreams Are Without Proportion, Without Good Sense, Without Truth; So Also Is Consciousness. Awake From Dream, The Truth Is Known: Awake From Waking. The Truth Is: The Unknown

Ever Man Is Eternally Alone. But When You Get Mixed Up With A Fairly Decent Crowd, You Forget That Appalling Fact For Long Enough To Give Your Brain Time To Recover From The Acute Symptoms Of Its Disease - That Of Thinking.