I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas.

I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.

But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's pheno…