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With regard to what are commonly considered offences against morality, the undesirable results 
often observed are due to the same error. Strong and successful men always express themselves 
fully, and when they are sufficiently strong no harm comes of it to themselves or to others. When it 
does, it is practically always due to the artificial situation brought about by people who, having no 
business of their own, meddle in that of other people. One may mention the cases of Sir Charles 
Dilke and Charles Steward Parnell. It 
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didn't matter a straw to anybody outside the negligibly small circle of their acquaintances what 
these men did in their private lives, but England lost her greatest foreign minister and Ireland her 
greatest leader, because it was discovered that they were doing exactly the same as practically 
everyone else in their class. 
With regard again to personal jealousy and ill-regulated passion, is it too much to say that nine 
tenths of the social misery not due to poverty arises from these hallucinations? The Book of the Law 
sweeps them out of existence. "There shall be no property in human flesh." Nobody has a right to 
say what anyone else shall or shall not do with his or her body. Establish this principle of absolute 
respect for others and the whole nightmare of sex is dispelled. Blackmail and prostitution 
automatically lose their raison d'ętre. The corrupting influence of hypocrisy breaks like a rotten 
reed. The sweating of "female labour cheapened by prostitution" (as Bernard Shaw says) becomes 
impossible. I have written at considerable length in recent years on the ethical, as well as on the 
cosmographical problems solved by the Law of Thelema. I need not go into them more deeply in this 
place . But the subsequent events of my life will furnish constant illustration of how every time I 
violated the Law, as I sometimes did with what I was ass enough to call the noblest motives, I got 
myself into a mess --- and failed to benefit those on whose behalf I had chosen to make a fool of 
myself. 
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It is part of my character to rest on my oars at the very moment when a spurt would take me past 
the post. I begin to be recognized as the one poet in England: "Good," I say to myself, "I needn't 
bother about that any more." I acquire most of the world's records as a mountaineer --- that lets me 
out. Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero pulsanda tellus. I reach eminence in Magick; it is the 
signal for me to drop it; in mysticism, and I lose my interest. Now, charged by the Secret Chiefs of 
the Third Order with a mission of such importance that the last event in the world's history of 
importance, even approaching it, was Mohammed's, I get cold feet, carry out my instructions as 
perfunctorily as possible, and even try to find excuses for postponing such work as I could not 
actually avoid. 
I made a certain number of studies of The Book of the Law; for even then I was bound to admit that 
Aiwass had shown a knowledge of the Cabbala immeasurably superior to my own. I had the 
manuscript typed. I issued a circular letter to a number of my friends, something in the nature of a 
proclamation of the New Aeon, but I took no trouble to follow it up. I took a certain number of 
wide-reaching plans for assuming responsibility, but they remained in the stage of reverie. I 
dropped the whole business, to all intents and purposes. I completely abandoned my diary. I even 
neglected a really first-rate opportunity for bringing The Book of the Law into public notice, for 
Mrs. Besant was on the ship by which Ouarda and I returned to Europe, and I conversed a great deal 
with her about sacred subjects. In Paris, I wrote a formal letter to Mathers informing him that the 
Secret Chiefs had appointed me visible head of the Order, and declared a new Magical Formula. I 
did not expect or receive an answer. I declared war on Mathers accordingly, but it was a brutum 
fulmen. 
The fact of the matter was that I resented The Book of the Law with my whole soul. For one thing, 
it knocked my Buddhism completely on the head. Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that 
all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.