May 25 (Air) Liber LXV, Cap II, v. 35-36
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**35. Where is now the Master? cry the little crazy boys.
He is dead! He is shamed! He is wedded! and their mockery shall ring round the world.
36. But the Master shall have had his reward.
The laughter of the mockers shall be a ripple in the hair of the Beloved One.
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"Where is now the Master" on the surface gives me the feeling of a sarcastic comment much like one familiar to me of "Where's your God now?". The crazy little boys are interesting. Crazy gives me the impression of something to disregard on the surface as well, but crazy tells me that they are without reason and intellect. Again in these verses is the triad of death, shame, and love. Much of union with another can have these properties. We love another person feeling strongly for them, feel shameful to reveal ourselves to them, and we die in dissolving our lives with theirs.
The crazy little boys don't seem exalted to me and they don't have the faculties to perceive the Master. That doesn't stop their chatter though! All along in the mockery of the existence of something beyond intellect and reason the Master will rest in the throne mounted by her Work. These sputters of the crazy little boys, these temporary stops on the long road trip of the path, are distant memories and minor disturbances even to a single hair of the Angel in the realization of the accomplishment of the Great Work.