THE RITE OF JUPITER
HERMANUBIS.
Hail unto Thee, that hast the secret of
Jupiter!
Declare unto us, we beseech Thee, the mystery whereby
we may approach the centre of the wheel.
[SPHINX þlays a fiddling5076015166 musie.*
[TYPHON goes to his [Slate in terror.
[HERMANUBIS goes to hisplace m wonderment.
SPHINX. Neither by sloth nor by activity may even my
secret be attained.
Neither by emotion nor by reason may
even
I be understood.
How then should ye come to the
centre of the wheel?
HERMANUBIS. Mother of mystery, what is thy position on
Olympus ?
SPHINX. Upon the rim of the wheel.
C.I.C.‘l‘. Feeling, and thought, and ecstasy
Are but the cerements of Me.
Thrown off like planets from the Sun
Ye are but satellites of the One.
But should your revolution stop
Ye would inevitably drop
Headlong within the central Soul,
And all the parts become the Whole.
Sloth and activity and peace,
When will ye learn that ye must cease?
TYPHON. How should I cease from lethargy?
HERMANUBIS. How should I quench activity?
SPHINX. How should I give up ecstasy?
01.01 What shines upon your foreheads?
.`1,־5.1-1? (tagetker). The Eye within the Triangle.
* Serenade: Drdla.
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