Inevitably, Life and Death nourish each other—a constant renovation—so why should we fear our again becoming the worth we did strive after?
Austin Osman Spare, The Logomanchy of Zos
Share this:
- Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)
- Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)
- Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)
Consider also:
- “Since when was power goodness, or cleverness truth?”
- “This time she set her will against my will; Swore that she would not come: in my despair I half believed her an enchantress fair Cruel as hell and dowered with subtle skill To strain my life out with her love, and kill My soul with misery: suddenly a rare Swift smile set shimmering all the ambient air, And then I knew she was my true love still.”
- “I have not me tragedy, no, not in this life! Yet, whether I have spewed their doctrines upon the tables of the Law or into the troughs, at least I have not cast away the flesh of dreams.”
- “It was as if one of these people–he always thought of them as ‘these people,’ much as he had grown to like and to admire them–should find himself dealing with a group of very alert and resourceful chimpanzees.”
- Aletheia and The Un-Magickal Record of the Great Beast 666