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THE STAR IN THE WEST
escas
istence
ontologic
fiction , whilst the second
rises from
fact ; both , para
doxical
as it may seem , are at one and the same time
contradictory and
identical , merging into a
perfect
unity, not
in
the
realms
of a spiritual
or
material
monism , but in those of a Hylo -Idealistic philosophy ,
which
is Agnostic, and from
thence into a Self- Illum
inism
which
baffles definition .
For
many
centuries
now ,
European
thought
has
been labouring under
the damnosa
hereditas of fore
gone
conclusions
.
And as religion in the attempt
to
anthropomorphise
power ,
through
the
medium
of
dialectic
symbols , lost
all
footing and plunged
head
long into
the pandemoniac
majesty
of
Deity
,
so
philo
sophy
,
losing
all
grip
of
reality
by
clutching
the
illusive realism
of
its
own
creative
faculties
,
was
it
self whirled into
that furnace
of
hereditary
prejudice
,
and educational
bias
,
from
out
of
which
it
has flowed
a
mass
of
molten
and subservient
acquiescence
.
Lost
in
the axiomatic
whirlpools
of
egotistical
conceit
,
it
has been cast
up
once again
on
the shores
of
unknow
able despair
,
a
veritable
mass
of
philosophic
pig
-
iron
,
of
no
further
use than that
of
acting
as
ballast
to
the
good ship which
is
to
carry
us
across the turbid
ocean
of
raging Eclectics
.
Crowley
is
more
than
a
new
-
born
Dionysus
,
he
is
more
than
a
Blake
,
a
Rabelais
or
a
Heine
;
for
he
stands
before
us
as
some
priest
of
Apollo
,
hovering
’
twixt
the misty
blue
of
the
heavens
,
and
the
more
certain
purple
of
the vast waters
of
the deep
.
Before
the
name
of
That
which
is
beyond
life
and
death
,
beyond
matter
and
energy
,
beyond
the human
and
the mortal
;
he
stands
,
holding before
us
as
a
stan
dard
,
the
homologue
of
the
Labarum
of
old
,
“
In