THE EQUINOX
Kerubim of Ezekiel might perhaps engage your individual
attention.”
The truth is, it does not matter one rap by what name you
christen the illusions of this life, call them substance, or
ideas, or hallucinations, it makes not the slightest difference,
for you are in them and they in you whatever you like to call
them, and you must get out of them and they out of you, and
the less you consider their names the better; for name-chang-
ing only creates unnecessary confusion and is a waste of
time.
Let us therefore call the world a series of existences and
have done with it, for it does not matter a jot what we mean
by it so long as we work; very well then; Science is a part
of this series, and so is Magic, and so are cows and angels,
and so are landscapes, and so are visions ; and the difference
between these existences is the difference which lies between a
cheesemonger and a poet, between a blind man and one who
can see. The clearer the view the more perfect the view;
the clearer the vision the more perfect the vision. The eyes
of a hawk are keener than those of an owl, and so are a
poet’s keener than those of a cheesemonger, for he can see
beauty in a ripe Stilton whilst the latter can only see two-and-
sixpence a pound.
A true vision is to awakenment as awakenment is to a
dream; and a perfectly clear co-ordinate vision is so nearly
perfect a Reality that words cannot be found in which to
translate it, yet it must not be forgotten that its truth ceases
on the return of the seer to the Material plane.
The Seer is therefore the only judge of his visions, for they
belong to a world in which he is absolute King, and to
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