We may therefore admit quite cheerfully that Magick is as mysterious as mathematics, as empirical as poetry, as uncertain as golf, and as dependent on the personal equation as Love.
That is no reason why we should not study, practice and enjoy it; for it is a Science in exactly the same sense as biology; it is no less an Art that Sculpture; and it is a Sport as much as Mountaineering…
…Magick takes every thought and act for its apparatus; it has the Universe for its Library and its Laboratory; all Nature is its Subject; and its Game, free from close seasons and protective restrictions, always abounds in infinite variety, being all that exists.
Aleister Crowley, Magick in Theory and Practice. (via holy-mountaineering)
T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton”
From The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe; Illustrated by Edmund Dulac (1882-1953)
Now preseting: I Could Pee On This
Submitted by an Anonymous Cat Lover.
Iria has now seen it all, folks. It’s going on the shelf as we speak for library borrowers.
I saw that you recently adopted Miss Prewitt. I found this book in Booty Bay, I hope you enjoy it.