fear not the gods,life or death,
but your own cowardice,and all
cowardly men.
a genius is not a person who has more or finer ideas
than another,but one who is able not only to visualize them
but to incarnate them also.
our going forth to find the greater self,is by
the path we know least,by losing ourselves
until we find ourselves.
when we find a friend in ourselves
our enemies are powerless!
there is no greater mystery than man
because of his imperfections,his great love of falsity,
his great hatred of his self.
care nothing for any social activity
unless unplanned.
the self-glory of our forgiveness
of ourselves and others-
these are our failures.
we cannot love
love is too much
when we find it.
the danger of the dynamic mind
is that it seeks all kinds and degrees of complexity:
fundamentals are a lost purpose
in this forest of detail.
the gods are not persons to be seen or spoken to,
their utterances are delivered in oracles
and these are normally cryptic and difficult to understand.
there is a pythoness in every one of us,
and a delphic cavern,namely our imagination,
into which we must retire if we are to accomplish
anything of worth. (j.f.c.Fuller)
from the book of austin osman spare.
semper me perdo
