Magick and your dabbling with Spirit does no good. You, in the end, get dabbled
with. Remember
Victor? You just can't encompass the doxa. You get shoved left or right by the field, scrabbling around for dregs, for a few meaningful words, for a little starlight to steer by. You get
dealt out. There's no ontological bearing, and you're adrift in your own irrelevance, relatively genius.
Do yourself a favor: Just
sit. You be the hungry toad in the muddy bank. So
go mad or
get real.
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