It was the straying that found the path direct.

Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the subconscious.

The three heads of God were sundered from existence. Who shall say that this was accident? And likewise, who shall say that accidents be not but arabesques within some wider figure? Of this nothing is known.

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.

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

The soul is the ancestral animals. The body is their knowledge.

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