I Saw the Man.
His figure reached from earth to heaven and was clad in a purple mantle. He stood deep in foliage and flowers and his head, on which was the head-band of an initiate, seemed to disappear mysteriously in infinity.
Before him on a cube-shaped altar were four symbols of magic — the sceptre, the cup, the sword and the pentacle.
His right hand pointed to heaven, his left to earth. Under his mantle he wore a white tunic girded with a serpent swallowing its tail.
His face was luminous and serene, and, when his eyes met mine, I felt that he saw most intimate recesses of my soul. I saw myself reflected in him as in a mirror and in his eyes I seemed to look upon myself. — P.D. Ouspensky
There is no freedom.
In this, the anarch, autarch, and nihilist are alike deluded. They all obey the law, however they choose to conceptualize it. They are slaves, for all their defiance. Slaves to their passion, to their desires, to their anger, to their hatred, to their neuroses, to their ideas of freedom or ‘wildness.’ They are slaves to the absolute.
Some others are slaves to the community, or more laughably, to their race or nation.
It is not a question of whether one is free or enslaved. Do we serve the laws of Man or the laws of the Gods? This is all. To the former, let us bellow until blood drips from our mouths: “non serviam!” “I will not serve!” To the latter let us faithfully submit.