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				Comments 
				by 
				
				Aleister 
				 
				Crowley: | 
				     In the desert each 
				impression is beaten into one's brain with what at first seems 
				maddening monotony. One feels starved; there are so few facts to 
				feed on. One has to pass through an abyss of boredom. At last 
				there comes a crisis. Suddenly the shroud is snatched away from 
				one's soul and one enters upon an entirely new kind of life, in 
				which one no longer regrets the titillation of the thoughts 
				which tumble over each other in civilized surroundings, each 
				preventing one undergoing the ordeal involved when it becomes 
				necessary to penetrate beneath the shadow-show to the secret 
				sanctuary of the soul. I have explained these things in some 
				detail in two essays, "The 
				Soul of the Desert" and "The Camel", which my 
				wanderings in the Sahara inspired. 
				     — The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.  
				New York, NY.  Hill and Wang, 1969.  Pages 627-628. |  |