Every Intentional Act Is A Magical Act.

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.

The Quest Of The Holy Grail, The Search For The Stone Of The Philosophers-by Whatever Name We Choose To Call The Great Work-is Therefore Endless. Success Only Opens Up New Avenues Of Brilliant Possibility.

The Greatest, Like Rembrandt, Paint A Gallant, A Hag, And A Carcass With Equal Passion And Rapture; They Love The Truth As It Is. They Do Not Admit That Anything Can Be Ugly Or Evil; Its Existence Justifies Itself. This Is Because They Know Themselves To Be Part Of An Harmonious Unity; To Disdain Any Item Of It Would Be To Blaspheme The Whole. The Thelemite Is Able To Revel In Any Experience Soever; In Each He Recognizes The Tokens Of Ultimate Truth. It Is Surely Obvious, Even Intellectually, That All Phenomena Are Interdependent, And Therefore Involve Each Other.

In This Book It Is Spoken Of The Sephiroth And The Paths; Of Spirits And Conjurations; Of Gods, Spheres, Planes, And Many Other Things Which May Or May Not Exist. It Is Immaterial Whether These Exist Or Not. By Doing Certain Things Certain Results Will Follow; Students Are Most Earnestly Warned Against Attributing Objective Reality Or Philosophic Validity To Any Of Them.

Your Kiss Is Bitter With Cocaine.