In the wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I.
It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts.
All life is choked.
This desert is the abyss wherein the Universe.
The Stars are but thistles in that waste.
Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a world of bliss

Auteur: Aleister Crowley

In the wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I.<br />It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts. <br />All life is choked.<br />This desert is the abyss wherein the Universe.<br />The Stars are but thistles in that waste.<br />Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a world of bliss - Aleister Crowley



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