Ma poésie est aussi délavée que mes pensées insipides. J’essaye de me mettre à nu, de vous offrir la quintessence de mon cœur paralytique, de mon âme putride mais je ne parviens qu’à vomir avec difficulté des faux-semblants chamarrés suintant l’artificiel.
“My heart-advice is this: The Quintessence of Magick is not to be found by the combination of externals, but solely by the direct realisation of its innate source. It is not to be discovered by combining system with system, belief with belief, or practice with practice; it is not found by uniting the ‘elements’ in their temporally manifest forms. For beyond the Outer, beyond the dualistic and substantive manifestations of element and element, the Quintessence is already attained. Its unity is constant as the primordial and intrinsic nature of the Sorcerous Being; its attainment is this very realisation.”