September 16 (Mars) Liber VII, Cap. I, v. 41-48
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**41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?
42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!
43. But Oh! I love Thee.
44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.
45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death.
46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.
47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!
48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!
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All that exists is the love and aspiration to deepen our consciousness to that which can comprehend our unity with divinity. Without this we are the “niddering knave” which suggests to me we are without purpose and without a driving force to accomplish our wills.
Here the adept dedicates the “million” things to divinity. There is beauty in the flowers, our life force in our blood, and our kisses are the medium for union. Even a “lifeless” object is alive with the spirit of divinity and by our union is it brought to death, i.e., in our union nothing exists as "we" individually are annihilated. Our life force is the ecstasy of the divine – “…My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.” Indeed there is One and none. Naught. All else begone.