… the secret is not Truth in Death, but Truth in Life. And I’ve only just begun to understand that. And that is something that magicians will rarely grasp in their fantasies of perfection in paradise, ultimate sacrifices and heroic longing through the veils of eternity. We live that Dream within a dream, that desperation that makes us human but, in our arrogance and pride, we call magick. We prefer the lies, the untruths, the comfortable silence that precedes the roar of Truth as it strips away the flesh of our fantasies and leaves our bones whistling in the winds of the storm. We prefer to be blind, for to have our eyes opened would mean the acknowledgment of our own humanity, our own frailness, our own impotence, our own self-delusions of grandeur and piety, our own ability to be free. And that’s just it isn’t it … Freedom. He walks with Truth, side by side, as She brandishes her sword at those who would remain in their ignorance and delusion, in the shackles of the past.
“… and the Truth shall set you free.”
Yet, freedom and truth doesn’t mean that we can escape the Artist or remove ourselves from the Grand Painting. It merely means that we can step back and see the brilliance of our place in the big picture. For good or bad or indifferent, there is a place for each of us, and every situation has merit for something or someone. You don’t have to understand it. You merely have to live it. But if you can figure out your color, and you can see the big picture, you can pretty much figure out where your place is in this incredible picture of the universe.
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