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Bowley. A bold bad man, brother.

Bones. What does he do, brother?

Bowley. He buys eggs without haggling, and the horns of a goat cum guo, and parricides' skulls, and wands, and daggers, and Sanitary Towels, and——

Bones. Then what does he do, brother?

Bowley. He gets a beautiful big circle——

Bones. [In a voice of thunder.] Stop! do not parody the most formidable words that agony ever wrung from the lips of initiation! He works in a circle, brother. He says: I am inside, and you can't get at me. He says One and One are Two!

Bowley. The blaspheming Jew! I want his liver.

Bones. For your own caldron, deboshed child of Belial that you are!

Bowley. I see. When you are up in 10=1 or thereabouts, and see that dog-faced demons are only illusions (with the rest of Maya), there is no sense in keeping them out. Once you realize the Universe as Infinite L.V.X., why, to Hell with the Circle—let it rush in!

Bones. Good boy!

Bowley. Very good: we are agreed; but the trouble is that you seem to me to rush up to Kether for an attitude, and then bring it down to Malkuth. You take the Virgin of the World and swear she has a Venerable Beard with thirteen Fountains of magnificent oil running down it. All being one, why not brush your hair with a pitchfork?

Bones. It is a very difficult matter to deal with in speech; in practice there is never any doubt or hesitation. What I say about Kether is of course not true; I cannot even know the truth unless I am actually in Kether. If I describe Samadhi, I fail. You understand enough (may be) to feel sure that I was there; but how is an outsider to judge?

Bowley. True; Buddha, Christ, Mohammed, all try to describe it—how great is the contradiction of their teaching!