O thou that art so dull of understanding, For all that thou thinkest is but thy thought And as there is no god in the ultimate shrine So there is no I in thine own Cosmos. The Vision to be revealed The Voice to be heared The Vision of the Aethyr appeareth when the true mind above the abyss Looks down into the world of delusion then there is knowledge My eyes are brighter than the sun My tongue is swifter than the lightning The Voice of the Aethyr echoeth when the deluded mind in the abyss Peer upwards from the depths of madness then there is knowledge For thou wilt find a life which is as Death A Death which should be infinite Let the Sons of Earth keep silence For my Name is become as That of Death! The paradox of our non-essentiality the mutability of our existence The rapture of our progress through the wastelands of restriction My body is the body of the Snake My soul is the soul of the Crowned Child My eyes are brighter than the sun My tongue is swifter than the lightning The great Serpent arisen into Knowledge When wilt thou begin to annihilate thyself in the mysteries of the Aethyrs? And walk with me among the Sons of God