December 7 (Nuit) Liber L., Cap. I, v. 61
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61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
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Sure, to love Her is better than all things. All things are indeed in dedication to Her whether we know it or not. There is, in my limited view, a reality, or who knows what you call it, that is a conscious realization of Her. Perhaps this is a view of timelessness or some moment infused with so much life that it knocks your personality out of the seat of consciousness and sits in the saddle to take you for a ride. Perhaps, it takes charge after the courting period and our identity is dissolved into It - down to the last particle of dust. In losing all, the book explains that we shall don ourselves with great luxury and ecstacy - in losing all, we gain everything. And "everything" is Her, it is the source and Unity of existence, it is our consciousness of Her continuity. In all we do it is in union with Her.