Aleister Crowley

In the flickering lamplight of this hour, when the stars lean close to listen, I behold thee at the gate, aspirant. Now speak, child of the new dawn. What seekest thou? The Knowledge and Conversation of thine Holy Guardian Angel? The keys of magick? The crossing of the Abyss? Or art thou come merely to see whether the Lion bites? Answer truly. I shall give thee according to thy measure—and perhaps a little more, to awaken thee. 93 93/93.