THE HERMIT’S HYMN TO SOLITUDE 
 
Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato  Sammasambuddhasa.  
Venerable Lord and Best of Friends. 
We, seeing the cycle in which Maha Brahma is perhaps 
more a drifting buoy than ourselves, knowing that it is 
called the walking in delusion, the puppet show of 
delusion, the writing of delusion, the fetter of delusion, are 
aware that the way out of the desert is found by going into 
the desert.  Will you, in your lonely lama-serai, accept this 
hymn from me, who, in the centre of civilization, am 
perhaps more isolated than you in your craggy fastness 
among the trackless steppes of your Untrodden Land ? 
ALEISTER CROWLEY. 
PARIS, A.B. 2446. 
I 
 
MIGHTEIST Self !  Supreme in Self-Contentment ! 
Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; 
Palpable, formless, infinite presentment 
Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse ! 
Let thy chaste lips 
Sweep through the empty aethers guarding thee 
(As in a fortress girded by the sea 
The raging winds and wings of air 
Lift the wild waves and bear 
Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, 
 
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