The sky was hardly infinite: she could see its pendulous, titanic folds, its shifting patterns, black on black. And if each planet or star had its own buffeting, fretful, whimsical god, how could the waking world survive?
Kij Johnson, The Dream-Quest of Vellitt Boe
Concerning Death by Aleister Crowley in International, Dec 1917.
“Listen, for thine ears are become dulled to the mean noises of the earth; the infinite silence of the Stars woos thee with subtle music.” [via]
ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΜϜ Buttons and Rosettes in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.
“Hunger thou, O man, for the infinite: be insatiable even for the finite; thus at The End shalt thou devour the finite, and become the infinite.” [via]
The Reaper in The Gate of the Sanctuary from The Temple of the Holy Ghost (Collected Works, Vol I) by Aleister Crowley.
“So, in our anguish for the infinite,
One moment gives, the other takes away.” [via]