May 7 (Earth) Liber LXV, Cap. I, v. 63

[GabrielO]

63. Bacchus grew old, and was Silenus; Pan was ever Pan for ever and ever more throughout the æons.

[GabrielO]

All this intoxication and figures representing intoxication. Now it turns to Pan. The All, all at once, and everything condensed into one figure, at one instant. Saturation, blackness, strange sounds, and an elevation of all senses into a violent crashing standstill. Just a bunch of words trying to sum up the constant reality of what I can perceive, purely from my own bias, what I think Pan refers to.

There isn't a lot of technical thinking in it for me, but just a look back at some very brief instances of experiences I've had, whilst partaking of forbidden substances (and other moments as well), where everything just sort of wraps up into itself which is hard to describe, but thinking of it kinda freaks me out a bit (in a good way). Even just repeating the word "Pan" feels like an escalation, like bouncing, into a crescendo and climax.

This is unchanging, eternal, throughout the aeons. Is it God, is it the sum total of existence, is it everything? Indeed is it All? I can stay in this posture for a while - pondering, questioning, all while the music of Pan leads me ever astray...