I cling unto the burning รthyr like Lucifer that fell through the Abyss, and by the fury of his flight kindled the air. And I am Belial, for having seen the Rose upon thy breast, I have denied God. And I am Satan! I am Satan! I am cast out upon a burning crag! And the sea boils about the desolation thereof. And already the vultures gather, and feast upon my flesh.
Aleister CrowleyIt is the mark of the mind untrained to take its own processes as valid for all men, and its own judgments for absolute truth.
Aleister Crowley