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Yet my mind — thanks be to the most high eternal gods! — can never rest for more than an albatross’s glide upon the slopes of the past. Today, writing my memories, I feel as if I were playing a sort of practical joke upon myself. I am hot on the trail of the future. I can imagine myself on my deathbed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

Aleister Crowley, The Confessions of Aleister Crowley, Chapter 54

Hermetic quote Crowley Confessions mind never rest writing memories playing practical joke hot trail future imagine deathbed spent utterly lust touch next world boy asking first kiss