The sting of harsh criticism or of those things that cause us to revolt, release spatial responses, and when deeply felt become a means of inspiration and audaciousness — as do the silent passages of deep meditation.
Austin Osman Spare
A Book of Satyrs
Ocr ABBYY
1907
A Book of Satyrs
Ocr ABBYY
1907
Wisdom is a stasis: Knowledge is like the 'snake of eternity', constantly eating itself and never finishing. More bathos: connexity of all our bloody selves to Ego is a nightmare commanded by the overlooked, unobeyed latencies of return, essential for re-union. Ego expands by that which evokes mutual effluxes; therefore look for the Theocentric in the Egocentric. If God personalizes our deficiencies, then, we thus personify his? Subject understanding object by 'as if' may become, with courage, an ingressive emotional experience giving mutual expression. Falsehood, and all sham conceits, are the reflected memory of the de-related and forgotten event resurging, re-exhibiting for validation; for whatever you pretend, holds a misplaced Truth, i.e., inaccurately related time and place. This also is true of the future. Time here is long… Of whom do we ask forgiveness when we hate ourselves?Our urges are ever ubiquitous, affinities change, and Knowledge becomes redundant.Never too old to learn, always too old to be taught.
If all realization is by our relatability to different co-existences, then making the more variable is one purpose of being. The Life-force and the Ids have their logic, which does not preclude our having our own diversity of will. There is virtue in all non-conformity because it makes new forms.Ecstasy is our out-span touching Reality. It is a potent generative instant having a surplus that, when synchronized, may be used abstractly to incarnate another wish. There is honesty of purpose in virility. We are ever ultimate and all ultimates ultimately sublimate in Auto-Ego. I ask, what is conceivable when we cannot conceive even what we are conceiving? The mocking Ape, the smiling God, both beckon and will endow. Thrice did I slip backwards into strange forms of myself, and thrice did my Soul save me. Much is realized that seldom can be expressed and when it might be told—dissolves. Mind, body, ego and all things are formulated from desire; to desire forever… Within the Alphabet lies all the arbitrary abracadabra of our knowledge. The dominant difference between each of us, and between all of us and the animal kingdom is a degree of 'ability', of instinct become 'personal', arbitrary. Outstanding ability shows affective psychic union. Art alone having the gift of tongues has universal understanding, hence to know its fundaments is the initial path to Wisdom and Knowledge.
However great your reach, whatever you touch, shall touch flesh. We cannot love love too much when we find it. There is a self-revelation by a simple cryptic symbol: the meaning of all meanings. Think well before you drain this Cup of intoxicating possibilities. The mind is infinitely inventive. When our aspirations become as inexorable as affection, the mind will divulge techniques and media. Heaven makes no moral laws, but gives us instincts towards rightness and virtue. The danger of the dynamic mind is that it seeks all kinds and degrees of complexity: fundamentals are a lost purpose in this forest of detail. Let us desire no better pantheon than the zoomorphic in which to find a place: better to venerate our animal ancestry (until fully human), then the least attainable and most unknowable will disclose our next step. However incompatible discoveries may be they always conform to the processes of ultimate inductions from our inherent designing ability. The mind has no known purpose except that which it surmises from previous conations; all our motives are thus related processes springing from a basic urge deep within us and manifesting as Self-love.Thinking is an inverse reflection of emotional needs, its resultants being changed by some other immediacy. Abortive and extreme metamorphoses occur when Man slips into excessive evil or good. There is that theurgy in Will when all desires focus into one meanness or greatness. Reversion is often the road to perversion, and the disused or abused degenerates unless transposed to another purpose. Love shall cease when copulation is abjured.
What does not exist Man will invent or imagine. Much is realized and so seldom expressed that when it might be told it is already forgotten. The self-glory of our forgiveness of ourselves and others—these are our failures. Emotional depth can bestow originality of expression. We find in Art experiences missed in life. Art is the coinage whereby we exchange emotional experience for creative life. All artistic creation is subjective truth in that it relates to lesser known experiences. Insincerity is an easy form of escape. One function of Art is to make something more like or unlike itself than it appears. Of beauty there is no finality; it confirms our inner sense of perfection which changes less than we do. Over-modesty permits the unworthy to seek our company. Vicious circle: Fear as the offspring of fearing to face things. Our near relatives are the greatest insurance against belief in ourselves. When Art is wanting the beast is superior. The one constancy in life is change, yet the becoming or going is seldom pleasant. Birth and death begin, like everything else, before the event. God is often a generalization of our ignorance and unfulfilment, as “God knows” and “In God's good time”—we forget that we are the Knowledge of God and his good time. Anything is justified if superbly simulated; it becomes believable. The body is so pregnant with beauty that we should be careful of our embellishments.
One thought fills vacuity, two would become actuality and infinite complexity. Passion has no longevity whatever its object, and has direful awakening. The threshold of the 'psychic' is the playground of the charlatan. Only the inspired mind is licensed to symbolize and so co-relate the abstract to the particular or general. Again and again this “I am God” doctrine has never provided much evidence, except of power lent for purposes other than our own. It soon stinks, translating into its reverse form; our exteriorizations and extroversions are un-godly, and to become 'ourselves' we must become unlike them. Gods 'realize' not by negation of others nor by seeing others as inferior, they always see themselves as immense. Man cannot be surpassed until he manifests all his suppressions. Having fulfilled all evil he still possesses great potentialities. Any 'thing' is a quantum of everything. A fact is a figment of a truism, therefore all facts are inconclusive. Fictions are devices to explain the indefinables; our whole systematic coherence is so forged. I am incessantly active on a wonderful job—of finding out what I am doing, and what it means. I can always read into it something other than I did mean; never the meaning of my meaning, or the whole meaning. Then we wonder whether anything has any more meaning than anything else! How do we know any damned thing? Chaos is our language; our own eccentric rhythms are unsynchronized to Cosmos—with a mildewed ear for the brassy cacophony of imaginary menageries dissonant to each other; and it all ends drooling over minutiae to discover oneself.Our acceptances are our conclusions.Existence is alogical to any 'logic' we know, so it is irrational to attempt to rationalize, except in cases of our own prejudices which inform our mentation.