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The Two Minds in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.

“Man has two minds: the first beholding all,
As from a centre to the endless end:
The second reaches from the outer wall,
And seeks the centre. This I comprehend.
But in the first: ‘I can—but what is worth?’
And in the second: ‘I am dust and earth!'” [via]

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← “WELL have I said, ‘O God, Thou art, alone, In many forms and faces manifest! Thou, stronger than the universe, Thy throne! Thou, calm in strength as the sea’s heart at rest!’ But I have also answered: ‘Let the groan Of this Thy world reach up to Thee, and wrest Thy bloody sceptre: let the wild winds own Man’s lordship, and obey at his behest!'” “SOPHIE! I loved her, tenderly at worst. Yet in my passion’s highest ecstasy, When life lost pleasure in desire to die And never taste again the deadly thirst For those caresses; even then a curst Sick pang shot through me: looking afar on high, Beyond, I see Σοφία in the sky.” →

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