In "De Lege Libellum" (Liber CL), Crowley defines True Will as the will which does not "rest content with things partial and transitory, but ... proceed[s] firmly to the End," and in the same passage he identifies that "End" as the destruction of oneself in Love.
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Eros makes a dual demand upon us; and wherever we find Eros described with sensitivity and wisdom, we find both sides of Eros. During the Age of Courtly Love in the West, the two dimensions of Eros were expressed in powerful symbols. The rapturous pull into dissolving oneness took the form of an almost alchemical drink, the Love Potion. Those fortunate, or unfortunate, couples who drank the potion -- generally without knowing it -- found themselves bound inextricably to one another. Their inner essence was drastically changed. They felt as though they had traded identities with one another. Tristan says, in Wagner's opera, that he has become Isolde, and she concurs; for at bottom, she is Tristan. The Islamic lovers, Layla and Majnun come to the same conclusion. Majnun, whose name means "madman," says, "I am but the veil that hides the face of Layla." And she says, "I have become madder than a thousand Majnuns.

Eros, which does indeed affect us physiologically, always transports us to an altered state of consciousness where the mysterious person who faces us seems somehow "predestined" to enter our life. We are inclined to think that this individual who was a stranger moments before is someone we deeply know. Perhaps we were involved with one another in a "former life." We speak of being "enchanted." We may be embarrassed to find ourselves thinking such thoughts that make no sense in the empirical world of everyday life. But we feel our experience is too exceptional to be confined by the language of ordinary events. We do not speak of such irrational notions with everyone, but are delighted if we should happen upon someone who understands, who has been through something like this herself. Perhaps we are in a "trance," for as much as we try to reason with ourselves, we find we cannot eradicate these foolish beliefs from our hearts. When we encounter our "special person" again, we invariably wonder why we even tried.

To have eros open our eyes to the subtle plane, therefore, is intrinsically a chaotic and disorienting event. We are pulled both ways simultaneously: irresistibly inward toward unity and in panic outward from the threat of annihilation. No wonder we prefer to keep our eyes closed to the mysteries of eros. In comparison, the survival struggle of the persona field is tame. It is far easier to believe that sexual attraction represents nothing more than the urge to procreate -- the ultimate "social cement." For as long as we see our sexual urge as purely horizontal in its intentions, we can remain quietly ignorant of the vertical dimension of sexuality and its potential as a dizzying and dangerous ladder of ascent. Indeed, the pursuit of orgasm may be the surest way to avoid eros, for eros appears only in the tension between the lure of union and the terror of annihilation.

Dissolution, aggregation, and expansion, all at once, in incremental degrees, whether I like it or not as a human being. Also, business, writing and travel. Want to go to Hawaii? How pert of me to ask, ge amour! A pleasant stay at "The Sheraton" on Kaanapali Beach in Maui?
http://www.sheraton-maui.com/

Yes, for one, I can make it happen. Easily, if we see "eye to eye" about wayfaring there together. Even a 'Platonic' trip if so choosing would be fine.

Successful lovers do not leap headlong into the dissolution of a rapturously imagined oneness. Nor do they imperiously set impersonal and pre-meditated conditions. They hold the erotic tension between loyalty to themselves and submission to the transcendent oneness of the we. They use their overwhelming infatuation to discover their own deeper, unconscious identity, and become not victims but worthy opponents. They leave behind their old, naïve identity and are transformed. They willingly embrace their own dissolution -- agonizing and repugnant though it may seem. Once the precipitation of the semen-bindu is arrested . . . the orgasmic crisis is stabilized in an exalted and transfigured form, or in a state of active trance. Remaining conscious, they achieve transcendence. Yes, I'm "really good" at this.

Verging Presence (prahna) in the "here and now". This can become a social liability when "Cluster B" 'Borderline' types draw near to me like parasites looking to consume a prahna-life flame-bundle they know not how to create from themselves. Therefore, 'Psi-Vamps' and/or "Narcissistic Personality Disorder" types need not reply. But have a 'nice day' anyway if you are -- one of them.

Authors:
Fiction/

Jerzy Kosinski
Albert Camus
Nikos Kazantzakis
John Kennedy Toole
Raymond Chandler

etc.. Genius worth its merit ;-)

Food:
French, French, and still again, French! "Julia Child" will *never* die in my culinary book:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Child

Julia could "string tie" a turkey on TV to such a complex degree of criss-crossed confabulated cross-roping that one could swear the hog-tied matrix-stringed bird when ready for the oven resembled a 'Borderline' politician rope tied up in a BDSM 'dungeon' found on every block in San Francisco.

"Bon Appétit!"
--Julia Child

Smattering of favorite Movies:

"On the Waterfront"
starring/ Marlon Brando

"Sophie's Choice"
starring/Meryl Streep

"The Bridges of Madison County"
starring/Clint Eastwood

"Somewhere in Time"
starring/Christopher Reeve, Jayne Seymour:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somewhere_in_Time_(film)

"Fearless"
starring/Jeff Bridges, Isabella Rossellini

"Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World"
starring/Russell Crowe

"The Mask of Zorro"
starring/Antonio Banderas, Anthony Hopkins, Catherine Zeta-Jones

"Apollo 13"
starring/Tom Hanks, Bill Paxton, Kevin Bacon, Gary Sinise, Ed Harris

"Nixon"
starring/Anthony Hopkins, Joan Allen

"The Fountainhead"
starring/Gary Cooper, Patricia Neal

"Wall Street"
starring/Michael Douglas, Charlie Sheen, Daryl Hannah

"Saving Private Ryan"
starring/Tom Hanks, Tom Sizemore, Matt Damon

Noir films/

"The Sweet Smell of Success"
starring/Burt Lancaster, Tony Curtis

"Double Indemnity"
starring/Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck

"White Heat"
starring/James Cagney

"D.O.A."
starring/Edmund O'Brien

"The Big Sleep"
starring/Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Becall

"Lost Weekend"
starring/Ray Milland

Favorite foreign film/

"Stalker"
Directed by Andrei Tarkovsky:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stalker_(film)
snip>
Stalker (film)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Stalker (Russian: Сталкер) is a 1979 science fiction film directed by Andrei Tarkovsky, with a screenplay written by Boris and Arkady Strugatsky, loosely based on their novel Roadside Picnic. It depicts an expedition led by the Stalker (guide) Alexander Kaidanovsky to bring his two clients to a site known as "the Zone", which has the supposed potential to fulfill a person's innermost desires."

Music||
Evanescence
Placebo
The Doors
Dead can Dance
Nirvana
Love (Arthur Lee)
Jimi Hendrix
Nico
Gentle Giant
Emerson, Lake and Palmer
Kraftwerk
Cuby and the Blizzards

Tom Waits
Joni Mitchell
Miles Davis
Joe Zawinul
Frank Zappa

Composers:
Ludwig van Beethoven
Richard Wagner
George Gershwin
Maurice Ravel
Erik Satie
Tchaikovsky
Sergei Prokofiev
Henryk Górecki
Krzysztof Penderecki
Benjamin Britten
Ralph Vaughan Williams
Gustav Mahler

Piano:
Franz Liszt
Keith Jarrett

Guitar:
Julian Bream (Classical)
George Lynch (Rock bands: "Dokken"; "Lynch Mob")

Allan Holdsworth (genius)/
http://tinyurl.com/nz47tq
[Google Video> (Allan plays (solo) at 97 NAMM show)]

"To Be or not to Be, that is *the* question"
--Hamlet

Knowing others is wisdom;
Knowing the self is enlightenment.
Mastering others requires force;
Mastering the self needs strength."
--Lao Tsu – (Tao Te Ching)

"Smash the control images. Smash the control machine."
--William S. Burroughs

“The lion who breaks the enemy’s ranks is a minor hero compared to the lion who overcomes himself.”
--Rumi

"Taking it in its deepest sense, the shadow is the invisible saurian tail that man still drags behind him. Carefully amputated, it becomes the healing serpent of the mysteries. Only monkeys parade with it."
--Carl Jung

"Every human action is a collision between individual psychology and a broader narrative. To discount the individual for the sake of cargo-cult theories of causation is to embrace a story that leads nowhere."
--Weblog

"Synderesis"
From Wikipedia/
snip>
Synderesis, in scholastic moral philosophy, is the natural capacity or disposition (habitus) of the practical reason to apprehend intuitively the universal first principles of human action."

"I am an Architect."
--Howard Roark

Everything all at once. Literally! When anyone such as me has inadvertently gone through the spiritual experience of "Nirvikalpa Samadhi" as sages tell of in history everything there is to think about is thought of all at once even while contemplating a singular condensed object of thought qua linear thought:

Wikipedia:
"Samadhi"

Nirvikalpa samādhi, on the other hand, absorption without self-consciousness, is a mergence of the mental activity (cittavṛtti) in the Self, to such a degree, or in such a way, that the distinction (vikalpa) of knower, act of knowing, and object known becomes dissolved — as waves vanish in water, and as foam vanishes into the sea.[3] The difference to the other samadhis is that there is no return from this samadhi into lower states of consciousness. Therefore this is the only true final Enlightenment.

In the most advanced state [of samadhi], nirvikalpa samadhi, the soul realizes itself and Spirit as one. The ego consciousness, the soul consciousness, and the ocean of Spirit are seen all existing together. It is the state of simultaneously watching the ocean of Spirit and the waves of creation. The individual no longer sees himself as a "John Smith" related to a particular environment; he realizes that the ocean of Spirit has become not only the wave of John Smith but also the waves of all ofter lives. In nirvikalpa the soul is simultaneously conscious of Spirit within and creation without. The divine man in the nirvikalpa state may even engage in performance of his material duties with no loss of inner God-union."

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And, as the music moves the dunes, it will join Belshazzar's feast and become the witting soundtrack to its own ambition: instruments, styles and arrangements that should not go together, but do; sweet, lucent nothings that temper their own outbursts; sun mixed with horror. Tied to mystery, risk and despair, the music and the land will be one, and their collective soul will be loose from that which they signify: time, form, and function. But Babylon will perish. It is precious and swift. With gradations in between, it starts then ends on a note of expansion: collapse recycled from grace, grace into collapse. And so, before the music can perch itself on the cusp of your heart, you must accept its failings. You must see that it tells a story of misdemeanor, folly, and excess. For to dance like swans, it must fall like Rome. More than anything, this makes it durable. It is personal and pained. It is universal.
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"Where the broom does not reach, the dust will not vanish of itself."
--Mao Tse Tung

"For love to have power, it has to exist in the first place."
--Just a fellow traveller

Lesson:
In the 21st century, 'rational' debate is for losers.

There is no "typical friday night" for me. For that matter, there is no such thing as "Time" except as a temporal displacement of objects via human abstraction bias hardwired into the human Genome.

On the other hand, a 'typical' Friday night for many women logging onto OKCupid might look suspiciously like this Cartoon jpg:
http://tinyurl.com/ylc3kk7

Indeed! "Dreams are but a cipher stroke away" --Joe Cupey User

Whenever Eros enters the space between two individuals, the emotional intuition of our potential oneness becomes so overwhelming that our individual identity, is called into question. I and you as distinct entities are overshadowed by a numinous we -- that would terminate us as independent persons -- and dissolve us into a unity. Eros lends to this we such a compellingly attractive force that we do not simply wonder if we can stand against it. We want to dissolve. Generally it seems to us that we have never wanted anything so vitally in all our lives. We view the impending unity of our we-ness as momentously significant. Our familiar sense of our isolated selves seems paltry in comparison. We would gladly shuck the confining limitations of our past and present self-image as a cruel delusion, now happily outgrown.

This is the work the Greeks ascribed to Eros, the Bringer of Union. He infects us to the core of our being, transforming us into a single pole of a dyad that yearns to trade its duality for a luminous oneness in which all meaning and vitality seem to dwell. But in the midst of this immense draw, a dissent rings out. Deep in our conservative and habitual sense of being our own unique selves, we rebel against this union. We view with horror all that we have known of ourselves being lost irreplaceably.

We find ourselves on the brink of disaster, our balance deeply compromised, an instant away from plunging into the death of our individuality. All our instincts for self-preservation are mobilized and thrown into high gear. We steady ourselves against the rock of our remembered identity and prepare to flee.

We shield ourselves with notions of having been deluded and blinded in our longing to dissolve. We rehearse a catalogue of our life-long beliefs and aspirations and hope they are strong enough to hold out against a demonic force that would destroy them. We step back from the precipice, and breathe deeply to calm our beating heart. But we do not turn tail; for the moment we lean away, our we-ness calls out to us with even greater urgency; and we prepare again to jump.

If these are the main features of that blockbuster experience we call erotic entanglement, at least one conclusion seems unavoidable; The call of Eros can be heard and responded to only when the two of us can maintain both our own separate integrity and our mutuality. Only when I am able to bear this tension, do I enable you to come to presence in your full and unique otherness. I allow you to be yourself. I get to know the many facets of your being and how they express your center. A process of revelation takes place, as I get to know you over time and enjoy your becoming. You do the same with respect to me. We reveal ourselves to one another; and as we do so, each of us comes to discover his and her own identity anew.

That which is sublime, and the joy of the sublime, carries with it a sense of [excess], the excess of intensification. Jean-Luc Nancy writes: "There is the sublime in art.... It signifies: to feel the fainting away of the sensible, to border on the furthest extreme of presentation, on the limit where the outside of presentation offers itself, and to be offered up to this offering.

You are "The One". Otherwise, "coffee and conversation" will do just fine,, literally and/or metaphorically; through the network node-waves, where, "Eros", if affected, through both parties, in transpersonal convergence, might take it from there if so choosing to brave "the walk". I'm "game", if you aren't a "gamer". Hey, I'm even light about it ;-) So there!

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"Words do not describe (the) meaning for there can only be the source of all things inherent."
--zorrosblade

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eros
"Eros"
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Eros (Greek: Ἔρως), in Greek mythology, was the primordial god of lust, beauty, love, and intercourse; he was also worshipped as a fertility deity. His Roman counterpart was Cupid, "desire", also known as Amor, "love". In some myths, he was the son of the deities Aphrodite and Ares, but according to Plato's Symposium he was conceived by Poros (Plenty) and Penia (Poverty) at Aphrodite's birthday. This explains the different aspects of love. Like Dionysus, he was sometimes referred to as Eleutherios, "the liberator"."
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"This is He Whom the Winds fear"
--Bornless Ritual

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