I do not despise those who do not know
The how and when of the True Will flow: grow
They shall, for doing what is any how
Love, which is the law, like an heuristic
Of Alchemical chore, should one will, like
Chemists of Yore, to Know more, to Dare hike
Up on to the Mount Abgnosis, where Fount
Of Eternal Youth doth lay in wait, faint
Though the Evaporation may be, quaint
Though the Subject Matter, Black Dragon, seem
To some of these Latter Dayers where none
Call History home, History's flow own
Unto itself, even as the Wealth an
Human bear with within grow as it will
And truth will out in truth, do what thou wilt.
No blood spilt by Alchemistic Knife shalt
Ever cause One to pay with One's life, stint
Original Endeavour none despise.
Even if I don't,
Love still is.
Author notes
1: "The Book of the Law", of Thelemic Tradition, qv.
2: "The Chymical Marriage of Christian Rosenkreutz", cf.
3: "Magick in Theory & Practice" aka "Book 4, Part 3", ref. the Chapter concerning the Alchemical Weapons, by Sir Aleister Crowley aka To Mega Therion.
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