The Word Of Sin Is

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.

Religion Itself Becomes Offensively Monotonous. On Every Point Of Vantage Are Pagodas -- Stupid Stalagmites Of Stagnant Piety.

Light, Life And Love Are Like Three Glow-worms At Thy Feet: The Whole Universe Of Stars, The Dewdrops On The Grass Whereon Thou Walkest!

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.

It Is The Mark Of The Mind Untrained To Take Its Own Processes As Valid For All Men, And Its Own Judgments For Absolute Truth.