My desires sprang forth as a mighty sun - all embracing - associating in the form - vortex, to enjoy ALL consciousness

Great thoughts are against all doctrines of conformity

Give me the death of my soul. Intoxicate me with self-love.

Darken your room, shut the door, empty your mind. You are still in great company.

For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortex—asymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white: mine own unison in duality.

I am God, and all other gods are my imagery. I gave birth to myself. I am millions of forms excreating; eternal; and nothing exists except through me; yet I am not them they serve me.

In a universe that defies description, all systems of belief can only be false.