August 4 (Fire) Liber LXV, Cap. IV, v. 54-56
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**54. This heart of mine is girt about with the serpent that devoureth his own coils.
55. When shall there be an end, O my darling, O when shall the Universe and the Lord thereof be utterly swallowed up?
56. Nay! who shall devour the Infinite? who shall undo the Wrong of the Beginning?
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The heart is the adept and the snake is the angel. The angel forms a circle or some type of completion in eating itself up and again brings about the idea of eternity amongst many other things. The entire perspective of the adept's frame of consciousness is being swallowed up and there must be a sense of fear here, a sense of love and exaltation, but also a finitude of some sort. There has to be some end and the words of the adept could almost sound a little like desperation. As the angel consumes itself and universe with it what will be left? At this stage I image there is a momentum built up in the aspirant/adept and like being caught in a large whirlpool there is no where to go but inward and onward regardless of the consequences.