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  _________________________________________________________________PrefaceTHE MUTTERINGS OF AAOSAphorism I"The effort of remembering in the Valley of Fear."KIA OF THE EFFIGIES SPEAKS OF ZOS IN SOLILOQUY:I bring a sword that contains its own medicine: The sour milk thatcureth the body. Prepare to meet God, the omnifariousbelieving,-Thyself the living truth. Die not to spare, but that theworld may perish. Nature is more atrocious. Learning all things fromThee in the most sinister way for representation: from thy thought tobecome thereafter. Having suffered pleasure and pain, gladly dost thoudeny the things of existence for freedom of desire-from this sorrymess of inequality-once so desired. And is fear of desire. Theaddition of the 'I' of a greater illusion. Desire is the conception Iand induces Thou. There is neither thou nor I nor a thirdperson-loosing this consciousness by unity of I and Self; there wouldbe no limit to consciousness in sexuality. Isolation in ecstasy, thefinal inducement, is enough-But, procreate thou alone! Speak not toserve but to scoff. Hearest thou, heaven's loud guffaw? Directly themouth opens it speaks righteousness. In the ecstatic laughter of men Ihear their volition towards release. How can I speak that for which Ihave necessitated silence? Salvation shall be Unsay all things: andtrue, as is time, that speaketh all things. Of what use are hints orstage whispers? True wisdom cannot be expressed by articulate sounds.The language of fools-is words. In the labyrinth of the alphabet thetruth is hidden. It is one thing repeated many times. Confined withinthe limits or rationalism; no guess has yet answered. O Zos, thou artfallen into the involuntary accident of birth and rebirth into theincarnating ideas of women. A partial sexuality entangled in themorass of sensual law. On earth the circle was fabricated. The originof all things is the complex self. How shall it be made the end ofthings? Dubious of all things by this increase, and ignorance ofindividuality. I or Self, in conflict, separate. This forgetfulness ofsymboli becomes the unexplored 'reason' of existence. Unable toconcieve the events of the present: what shall be knowledge of pastand future? Verily, this creator speaks 'I know not what I do.' And inthis living nightmare, where all is cannibalism. Why dost thou denythyself? Verily, Man resembles his creator, in that he consumeshimself in much filth. Heaven gives indiscriminately of itssuperabundance to make the ghastly struggle called existence. Thenecessity was a deliberate serving of its own pleasure-becoming morealien. Remoteness from self is pain and precocious creation. Throughthis remoteness from Self-thou dost not hear thine own call to bepotentially Thyself. The living self does not habitate. There is notruth in thy wish. Pleasure wearies of thee. Ecstatic fulfilment ofecstasy, is it asking too much? Alas, the smallness of man's desire!Thou shalt suffer all things once again: unimagined sensations, and so
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consume the whole world. O Zos, thou shalt live in millions of formsand every conceivable thing shall happen unto Thee. Remember thesesenses are that which thou hast desired. What is all thought but amorality of the senses that has become sex? What is desired of theSelf is given-eventually. The desire is sufficient. The 'Self,' willpleasure in all things. There is only one sense,-the sexual. There isonly one desire,-procreation. I am the cause-thou the effect. I am allthat I concieve. Not for all time but at some time. 'I multiply I' iscreation: The sexual infinity. There is no end to the details of myextreme likeness. The more chaotic-the more complete am I. The soul isthe ancestral animals. The body their knowledge. This omnivorous soul,how lusty: it would seem to be everlasting in its suicide. Thesemodified sexualities are the index of knowledge; this realized; thedualities do not obstruct with associations that involve infinitecomplexities and much education. Existence is a continuation ofself-realization. To create value where there is none. By all desirebeing one there is no overlapping nor the later necessity ofundesiring. Complex desire is the further creation of differentdesire, not the realization of [particular] desire. O Zos, Thou shalldie of extreme youth! Death is a disease of fear. All is a backwardwalking-realized incapacity of volition: To walk towards thyself. Withthine infinite self multiplication of associations Thou knowest allthings. Among sentient creatures human birth is highly desirable, mandesires emancipat ion-liberation to his primeval self. Remember! Didstthou leave the high estate for worse things? Man becomes what herelapses into. Cast into demoniacal moulds, human nature is the worstpossible nature. The degenerate need women, dispense with that part ofthyself. Give unto her all thy weaknesses, it is the suffering half.Pain awaits him, who is sentimentally desirous. Be it thus: 'Woman,there shall be no vintage from our kisses'. In man and woman is thy'being.' But I say, Thou could'st create this body anew. Awake! Thetime has come for the new sexualities! Then would be occasion forgreater pleasures. To improve the species ye men must love oneanother. This old illusion of righteousness has gained a future statewherein men labour every doubt. Thou art that which thou dost prefer.The seer, the instrument of seeing, or the seen. Conscious desire isthe negation of possession: the procrastination of reality. Make thydesire subconscious; the organic is creative impluse to will. Bewareof thy desire. Let it be something that implies nothing but itself.There are no differences-only degrees of sensation. Provokeconsciousness in touch, ecstasy in vision. Let thy highest virtue be:"Insatiety of desire, brave self-indulgence and primeval sexualism."Realization is not by the mere utterance of the words 'I am I' nor byself-abuse, but by the living act. If the desire for realizationexists in thee, sensouous objects will continually provideconveniences. Realization of this Self, which is all pleasure at will,is by consciousness of one thing in belief. To be the same is thedifficulty. Thought is the negation of knowledge. Be thy business withaction only. Purge thyself of belief: live like a tree walking! Takeno thought of good or evil. Become self-active causality by Unity ofthine, I and Self. Reality exists but not in consciousness of such:this phenomenal 'I' is noumenal and neither-neither. Now thus isconcentration explained: "The will, the desire, the belief; lived asinseparable, become realization." Truth concerns exactitude of belief,not reality. He who has no law is free. In all things there is nonecessity. Become weary of devising wisdom in morals. Many unseemlywords have been spoken in self slander, what more painful than that?

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