"Hung on the windy tree for nine whole nights wounded with the spear. Dedicated to Odin. Myself to myself. I must see my reflection to prove I still exist. Outside I hear the dragon coming closer, closer. Desperately, I peel the tape from the mirror, breaking my fingernails, strip by strip. Until I stand revealed in the glass. And I stand in old familiar eyes. MOTHER!"
— Serious house on serious Earth
Misery
Have you ever thought about somebody you use to be really close with? Perhaps you’ve thought that you were in love, or are, in love with them.  Perhaps maybe it was just your mind scrambling your emotions into something that resembles love.  Maybe, after all this time, you really don’t even know what love is.  Or anything close to it.  Maybe you’re just stuck.  In lies.  In decaying hope for something that’s remotely close to being real.  Maybe it’s just all smoke and mirrors.
"The conscience of the world is so guilty that it always assumes that people who investigate heresies must be heretics; just as if a doctor who studies leprosy must be a leper. Indeed, it is only recently that science has been allowed to study anything without reproach.
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— Aleister Crowley
I adore Rosaleen Norton.