July 13 (Fire) Liber LXV, Cap. IV, v. 5-6
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**5. I will make me a little boat of my tongue, and explore the unknown rivers. It may be that the everlasting salt may turn to sweetness, and that my life may be no longer athirst.
6. O ye that drink of the brine of your desire, ye are nigh to madness! Your torture increaseth as ye drink, yet still ye drink. Come up through the creeks to the fresh water; I shall be waiting for you with my kisses.
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As long as we drink "of the brine of your desire" ("your" to me, as I am reading it now, refers to the personality's desire, the nefesh kindling it) it doesn't satisfy thirst. It is salty and just makes one thirst even more. One drinks and drinks in madness, chasing after our own tail, and the goal is never accomplished. This brings to mind Nietzsche's "eternal recurrence" and he knew a thing or two about madness (as do I, but hopefully I don't fall down that rabbit hole!)
This though can be transformed into refreshment, purity, and peace. This is the desire of the highest. These are the arms of humanity reaching up to receive the influx of the divine from the voluptuous night sky. This is living one's life, in all earnest, with burning zeal, inn observation and dedication to holy One.