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There is a land in which no tree groweth, and where the warbling of the birds is as a forgotten dream. There is a land of dust and desolation, where no river floweth, and where no cloud riseth from the plains to shade men’s eyes from the sand and the scorching sun. Many are they who stray therein, for all live upon the threshold of misery who inhabit the House of joy.

Aleister Crowley, The Temple of Solomon the King, Book I, The Slave

Hermetic quote Crowley The Temple of Solomon the King Slave The Equinox land no tree groweth forgotten dream dust desolation threshold misery house of joy

I mean, after all; you have to consider we’re only made out of dust. That’s admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn’t forget that. But even considering, I mean it’s a sort of bad beginning, we’re not doing too bad.

Philip K Dick, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch