If I were to put it into a very few words, my dear sir, I should say that our prevalent belief is in moderation. We inculcate the virtue of avoiding excess of all lands—even including, if you will pardon the paradox, excess of virtue itself. In the valley which you have seen, and in which there are several thousand inhabitants living under the control of our order, we have found that the principle makes for a considerable degree of happiness. We rule with moderate strictness, and in return we are satisfied with moderate obedience. And I think I can claim that our people are moderately sober, moderately chaste, and moderately honest.
Yet excess is the secret of success.
Aleister Crowley, The Old Comment on Liber Legis, II.71
The queen has tipped her chalice to my lips and her intoxicating contents run down my chest soaking my body in her scent
I have been anointed by the daughter of heaven and been named by her heir apparent to the kingdom of her for this moment
She is the mother of my lust and my tower topples under her toplessness only to rise again in anticipation of another impending confusion of tongues
And the babel of the workers as they rush in becomes a ritual song rising and descending without and within, above and below, solve et coagula
At her next touch I dissolve into nothing and then surge forth resolving into pure gold
She is an inspiration to greater and greater intention and the mystery of her religion is the secret sanctuary of my excess
Her dance inspires me to religion within the pylons of her temple and the hieroglyphics there in her inner precincts teach me all the secret spells necessary to survive another afterlife
I am her rememberer and she is my passage to the underworld, and we abide in the darkness lit by an inner light
My negative confession is nothing but stuttering and slips of the tongue in the shadows of her inner temple where the sacred waters are stored for the worthy worshippers to wash themselves
Going down in the dark, I am drowning in light
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“There are many mediums in the means—none, oh, not a jot, not a shadow of a jot, in the end of great art. In a picture whose merit is to be excessively brilliant, it can’t be too brilliant, but individual tints may be too brilliant…. We must not begin with medium, but think always on excess and only use medium to make excess more abundantly excessive.” [via]
“Excess is the essential vivifying spirit, vital spark, embalming spice of the finest art.” [via]
“The roadway of excess leads to the palace of wisdom” [via]
Recent post on The James Logan Courier, a high school journalism blog, quotes and offers a bio of John Whiteside Parsons
Recent post on The James Logan Courier, a high school journalism blog, quotes and offers a bio of John Whiteside Parsons at “Evil is only excess, good is simply balance.” John Whiteside Parsons