Chapter II A Verses 35-45 125 44. Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu. Commentary: Do not be afraid of “going the pace.” It is better to wear out than to rust out. You are unconquerable, and of indefatigable energy. Great men find time for everything, shirk nothing, make reputations in half a dozen different lines, have twenty simultaneous love affairs, and live to a green old age. The milksops and valetudinarians never get anywhere; usually they die early; and even if they lived forever, what’s the use? The body is itself a restriction as well as an instrument. When death is as complete as it should be, the individual expands and fulfils himself in all directions; it is an omniform samadhi. This is of course “eternal ecstasy” in the sense already explained. But in the time-world karma reconcentrates the elements, and a new incarnation occurs. 45. There is death for the dogs. Commentary: The prigs, the prudes, the Christians, die in a real sense of the word; for although even they are “Stars,” there is not enough body to them (as it were) to carry on the individuality. There is no basis for the magical memory if one’s incarnation holds nothing worth remembering. Count your years by your wounds—forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit) In regard to this question of death I quote from Liber Aleph. Zi—DE MORTE [192—On Death] Thou hast made Question of me concerning Death, and this is mine Opinion, of which I say not: This is the Truth. First: in the Temple called Man is the God, his Soul, or Star, indi­ vidual and eternal, but also inherent in the Body of Our Lady Nuit. Now this Soul, as an Officer in the High Mass of the Cosmos, taketh on the Vesture of his Office, that is, inhab- iteth a Tabernacle of Illusion, a Body and Mind. And this Tabernacle is subject to the Law of Change, for it is complex, and diffuse, reacting to every Stimulus or Impression. If then 1 [Lat., from Virgil, /Eneid i, 203; in Corington’s translation, “This suf­ fering will yield us yet / A pleasant tale to tell.”]