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1907 · PDF PAGE 271

The Star in the West

…o dissolution vile, Fades as the royal truth is known : Though change and sorrow range and roll , There is no self - there is no soul !? TIME AND SPACE One question still remains before we dismiss the question of Time and Space , and that is their homo geneity and accidental reality in the Ego . Being forms of extension , Space permits Size , and Time , Number , i.e., in Consciousness . This is the meaning of “ Time is the fourth Dimension .” So the hard thinking of Crowley arrives eventually at the trans cendental idea of considering Space as …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE SPHINX AT GIZEH I saw the other day the Sphinx’s painted face. She had painted her face in order to ogle Time. And he has spared no other painted face in all the world but hers. Delilah was younger than she, and Delilah is dust. Time hath loved nothing but this worthless painted face. I do not care that she is ugly, nor that she has painted her face, so that she only lure his secret from Time. Time dallies like a fool at her feet when he should be smiting cities. Time never wearies of her silly smile. There are temples all about her that he…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

THE SPHINX AT GIZEH I saw the other day the Sphinx’s painted face. She had painted her face in order to ogle Time. And he has spared no other painted face in all the world but hers. Delilah was younger than she, and Delilah is dust. Time hath loved nothing but this worthless painted face. I do not care that she is ugly, nor that she has painted her face, so that she only lure his secret from Time. Time dallies like a fool at her feet when he should be smiting cities. Time never wearies of her silly smile. There are temples all about her that he…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 56

In Residence

…4 A BALLADE OF FAREWELL Now, ere our last sun sinks in red, Clasp hands in friendship, ere we die, Nor shame us if a tear be shed :— The time has come tosay Good-bye. ENVOI Prince, whether in Life’s Tripos classed Or ploughed quite irretrievably, Our friendship for all time is cast. The time is come to say Good-bye.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 272

The Star in the West

…es us say , it is of an extended body or idea . This taken together reduces the universe to a lot of minima cogitabilia , linked only by Time ; Anima explained by Ratio . ? Space is Geometry : Time is Arithmetic , i.e. , the geometrical conception , the mathematical conception . Thus , if I a blue pig ten times , that think of is ten blue pigs ; yet in Space there is but one blue pig . Can we reduce Space --which I spiritually com prehend so well , intellectually so badly - to a form of Time (which , vice versa ?) Yes , if we suppose that a def…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 42

The Stratagem and Other Stories

We all judge of the lapse of time in relation to our daily habits or some similar standard. The conviction of immortality must naturally destroy all values for this sense. If I am immortal, what is the difference between a long time and a short time? A thousand years and a day are obviously the same thing from the point of view of “for ever.” There is a subconscious clock in us, a clock wound up by the experience of the race to go for seventy years or so. Five minutes is a very long time to us if we are waiting for an omnibus, an age if we are …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 140

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ith vintage of delight , Poured from inexhaustible jars Quenching dismay . But if man found him in the infinity Beyond the infinities of time and place , The space that is no space , The time that is no time , A Law where Law is not That were a God of certainty , To make each particle of being chime Accordant with its lot . Searching the outer gloom No God I saw ; Only the shadows of my hopes and fears , Imaginary triumph , fancied doom , No higher law Determining the room of space , Ranging the years , Preordaining time and place . Again , aga…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 140

Little Poems in Prose

XXXIX THOROUGHBRED SHE is ugly enough, in all conscience, and yet how delicious she is! Time and Love have set the mark of their claws upon her, and taught her cruelly how much of youth and freshness each minute and each kiss carry away. Verily, she is ugly! She is an ant, a spider, if you will; even a skeleton:—but also she is a love-draught, a magistry, a sorcery! Take her all in all, she is exquisite. Time has not been able to destroy the sparkling rhythm of her walk, or the indestructible elegance of her ap- parel. Love has not altered the …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 514

Magick Without Tears

…Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. You will certainly have to have an india-rubber medal for persistence ; this is the nth time that you have tried to catch me contradicting myself. Well, so I do, and must, every time I make any statement whatever , as has been shown several times in this chatty little interchange of views. But that is not what you mean. You say-permit me to condense your more than somewhat tautological , pleonastic, prolix , diffuse and incoherent elucubrations!-that the whole idea of the Great Order is based on …

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1928 · PDF PAGE 127

Little Poems in Prose

… must always be drunk. Everything lies in that; it is the only question worth consider- ing. In order not to feel the horrible burden of time which breaks your shoulders and bows you down to earth, you must intoxicate your- self without truce, but with what? With wine, poetry, or art?—As you will; but intoxicate yourself. And if sometimes upon the steps of a pal- ace, or upon the green grass of a moat, or in the sad solitude of your own room, you awake, intoxication already diminished or disappeared, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, o…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 54

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…26. Now for a spot of Sullivan! 'The geometry is so general that it admits of different degrees of curvature in different parts of space-time. It is to this curvature that gravitational effects are due. The curvature of space-time is most prominent, therefore, around large masses, for here the gravitational effects are most marked. If we take matter as fundamental, we may say that it is the presence of matter that causes the curvature of space-time. But there is a different school of thought that regards matter as due to the curvature of space-…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 197

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… putting-by of fears. A hope and a beginning Of sweet long days of sinning, While graying hairs and thinning Mark the unnoticed years. A time for song and laughter, And tender tears that fall ; A time to think of after, One long sweet festival ; A time for love and gladness, For life and hope and madness, And scarce a tinge of sadness To sanctify it all. Then we may yet, together, Indwell the land of bliss ; In blue unclouded weather By some new Salmacis. A land where Love engages Life sweeter than the sage’s, Where cling we through the ages In…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 124

Ambergris

…and bleak ravines Unto these weary and untrodden regions Where man lies penned among his Might-have-beens. Keep us in safety, Lord, What time the King-Ghost is abroad ! The King-Ghost from his grey malefic slumbers Awakes the malice of his bloodless brain. He marshals the innumerable numbers Of shrieking shapes on the sepulchral plain. Keep us, for Jesu’s sake, What time the King-Ghost is awake ! The King-Ghost wears a crown of hopes forgotten ; Dead loves are woven in his ghastly robe ; Bewildered wills and faiths grown old and rotten And deed…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 247

The Star in the West

…onnotation of the word abs tract , but with M °Taggart's emendation read : Space is the synthesis of all experiences of co - existence . Time is the synthesis of all experiences of sequence .' So we find that taking the above as general de finitions , they may with equal accuracy be applied to either the Ego or the race ; in the former case , Space and Time vanishing with the extinction of the indi vidual ; in the latter with that of the race . So also if space be defined as “ the potentiality of all co existences ,” then in the destruction of …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 249

The Star in the West

…T 99 left Farmer Stubbs ' field ' ? while the instructed swain should not blush to reply that Halley's Comet , being the sole measure of time in use on his farm was 133 ° S. , entering Capricorn , at the very moment of the blow being struck ." Scepticus goes on to state that H. G. Wells has put his finger on the very spot whence all research must begin : and that is , “ the illusionary nature of the time - idea ." 2 “ You would say that of two men born on a day , dying on a day , one may be young , the other old . . . he lives the longest who r…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 57

White Stains

YET TIME TO TURN 51 YET TIME TO TURN Brighter than snow on glittering Alps, the soul Of my lost love was, bluer than the haze Of those same hills, more violent and deep Her eyes’ clear gaze, Dreaming of hidden wonders ; and the goal Of life grew luminous o’er Time’s empurpled steep. She loved me then ; she loves me now, afar. Ah, she knew not ! and I, so steeped and stained With fierce sins, knew myself unworthy of The heart I gained, And, a lost mariner whose polar star He is ashamed to look to, cast away her love. I would not have her love a …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 124

The Winged Beetle

…seer ! And you the hare I started. Shall I escape a tear, And you go broken-hearted ? VII Kiss me ! no one sees. There—good-bye the last time ! Now, please ! Luck’s ease is threes. What a kiss ! what a squeeze ! Dot the i’s ! cross the t’s ! Half a day’s a vast time ! Tragedies, Comedies, Pantomime and pastime !

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1913 · PDF PAGE 241

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…gn Man’s immortality? Our godhead swims, immune From death and destiny. Ignored the bubble in the flow Of love eighteen short years ago! Time—I embrace all time As my arm rings your waist. Space—you surpass, sublime, As, taking me, we taste Omnipotence, sense slaying sense, Soul slaying soul, omniscience. 203

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1913 · PDF PAGE 241

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…gn Man’s immortality? Our godhead swims, immune From death and destiny. Ignored the bubble in the flow Of love eighteen short years ago! Time—I embrace all time As my arm rings your waist. Space—you surpass, sublime, As, taking me, we taste Omnipotence, sense slaying sense, Soul slaying soul, omniscience. 203

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1910 · PDF PAGE 25

Ambergris

16 AMBERGRIS What boots the weariness of olden time Now, when old age, a tempest-fury, lowers ? Up to high God beyond the weary land The days drift mournfully ; His hoary hand Gathers them. Is it so ? My Foolish rime Dreams they are links upon an endless band. The planets draw in endless orbits round The sun ; itself revolves in the profound Black wells of space ; the comet’s mystic track By the strong rule of a closed curve is bound. Why not with time ? To-morrow we may see The circle ended—if to-morrow be— And gaze on chaos, and a week bring …

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