To Soror Sinthea.
Dear friends, beautiful and happy people,
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
In the beginning: nothing.
In the end: nothing.
< Then, if with no goal, why this eternal journey? > (Liber Cordis 2, 23)
Existence is like a Noh theater play.
The stage is empty at first. Completely empty.
Little by little, it fills with all sorts of creatures — splendid deities, lovers with cruel fates, ghosts and shaggy monsters — who love passionately, hate intensely, struggle heroically, suffer horribly, and finally die, in a strange mixture of tragedy, gag, and formal beauty.
Then everyone leaves the stage, which remains empty. Completely empty.
< we are none. > (AL 2, 66)
Meditating on this, go forth, dear friends, under the protection of that spiritual sphere whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere, which we call GOD.
Warm kisses from the Bahamas.
Love is the law, love under will.
— ☉︎ in 6° ♐︎ : ☽︎ in 4° ♓︎ : ♃︎ : Ⅴⅹⅰ.
