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DUST DEVILS ---- ------ by Aleister Crowley In the Wind of the mind arises the turbulence called I. It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts. All life is choked. This desert is the Abyss wherein is the Universe. The Stars are but thistles in that waste. Yet this desert is but one spot accursed in a world of bliss. Now and again Travellers cross the desert; they come from the Great Sea, and to the Great Sea they go. And as they go they spill water; one day they will irrigate the desert, til it flower. See! Five footprints of a Camel! V.V.V.V.V. (The above is a chapter from Crowley's BOOK OF LIES (falsely so-called)

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