ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΜΒ Dust-Devils in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.
“As they go they spill water; one day they will irrigate the desert, till it flower.” [via]
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Consider also:
- “This desert is the Abyss wherein is the Universe. The Stars are but thistles in that waste.”
- “Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a world of bliss.”
- “Now and again Travellers cross the desert; they come from the Great Sea, and to the Great Sea they go.”
- “In the wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I.”
- “After a while he took the word again: ‘Go thou then moonwards; on the great salt plain; So to a pillar. Adamant, alone, It stands. Around it see them overthrown, King, earl, and knight. There lie the questing slain, A thousand years forgotten–bone by bone. ‘No more is spoken–the tradition goes: ‘There learns the seeker what he seeks or knows,’ Thence–none have passed. The desert leagues may keep Some other secret–some profounder deep Than this one echoed fear: the desert shows Its ghastly triumph–silence. There they sleep. ‘There, brave and pure, there, true and strong, they stay Bleached in the desert, till the solemn day Of God’s revenge–none knoweth them: they rest Unburied, unremembered, unconfessed. What names of strength, of majesty, had they? What suns are these gone down into the West?”