Man’s days are dim, his deeds are dust,
His span is but a little space,
He lusts to live, he lives to lust,
His soul is barren of love or trust,
His heart is hopeless, seeing he must
Perish, and leave no trace.”

“The Tale of Archais”
Aleister Crowley

Picture by Arno Rafael Minkkinen

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